The #red #ink on the pages from my editor are numerous, but as she tells me, the #author gets final say.
I’ve learned during this writing #process that, despite being attached to the words that I write, the outsider teaches me that others may not need my little thoughts, and not all at once. So I’ve restructured my memoir and am in the process of reviewing her line-by-line #edits. I am excited to see the #final product.
It’s tough when a #novice is told to #scrap #parts of a #project that we want to share with our readers. But I realize that she knows better than I do. Some ideas should be saved for a different book. Fine.
I’m in #early revision stage 2, but I also realize that sometimes my writing was misinterpreted, so her corrections didn’t express the #message I thought I was portraying. I’m looking at those more critically. I found the #strength to delete what she felt wasn’t necessary to the book, and reword sections that could be more concise.
When I was searching for an editor, I wasn’t only looking for someone to make my book better (while being sensitive to cost), but someone I connected with and could be open with about how good or bad my book is – honesty. The first time she read the book, she saw things I didn’t realize I had written… messages about #mothers and daughters. This made me think about changing the title of the memoir, so after editing, I’ll review some title ideas that have come to be since. Even the cover ideas are changing, and I hope to find that the two work brilliantly together.
This is where I strive to be… on bookshelves. I want the stories told, the secrets out, the #love shared…