Yesterday I had trouble tugging my mail out of the box. That was because it contained a huge envelope with my novel in it. My editor had mailed me her edits. I wasn't expecting that because I'm used to working by e-mail. But it was a fantastic surprise.
Her hand-written comments had an immediacy that the e-mail version, though convenient, lacks. She has written squiggles, arrows and smiley faces. I love it. I can see her changing moods, and know what delighted her and where she felt confued or cheated. It got me to thinking this was probably exactly how Maxwell Perkins communicated with Faulkner and Fitzgerald.
We writers are so dependant on good and demanding editors. My editor at Wild Rose Press, Kathy Cottrell, knows my strengths and weaknesses. And she's not shy about letting me know what sections felt rushed or 'too told.' I'm so grateful. Did I mention that I have a lot of work to do? Yup, there was something to change, expand or elaborate on in nearly every page. So I'm back to work and loving every minute of it.