The opportunity arose to work with an editor on my manuscript. The timeframe’s tight, the scenes are out of order, it’s 98,000 words and needs to be cut – but I’m not going to say no. When you’re offered a chance like this you need to bite it off and chew like hell.
A realisation shuddered through my vulnerable self as I waited in my underwear for a guy I’d never met: dealing with medical specialists is much like the publishing industry.
Go with me here. I had a lot of time to think this through.
It’s that time of year again, when strings of words are shortened to new conglomerations of letters that mean little to those not in the know. They are the Brangelina, Tomkat or Shamy of the writing and illustration business.