Writers must be insane. We spend countless hours pouring our hearts out into our work, nurturing our characters, giving our story legs to stand on its own merit, and falling in love with what we have created. Then, we let out a loud sigh of relief as we step back from it. Like any good parent would, we want to show others the glory of this new and powerful force of nature, also known as our story…
And then those blood thirsty vampire editors get their claws in your baby. Violent red slashes scar the face of your once well-crafted pages. Cradled in your arms, your anger grows at those who have no foresight, no imagination, no understanding of what you had created.
Hmmm…I might be a little dramatic, but I think most new writers feel like this on some level when their manuscript is returned from an editor. I…
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