Remember how I said I was impressed and grateful that NewEditor (hereinafter known as Editor) had read through the whole monster pile of the preceding books? The proof is in the editorial letter I just received this afternoon. WOW. As in, I have landed in the lap (OK, laptop or desktop or whatever) of another great editor. An editor who is going to help me make LIMITS and Book V better than I could possibly make them on my own.
It’s not that I doubted her editorial skills before, especially since (like anyone who’s been in the business this long) I inquired delicately of people who’d worked with her and got rave responses. But with so much backstory to get through, and all her other work, I wondered how much she could grasp of the whole Paksworld mythos, having to read at top speed. And there’s also the chemistry thing. Sometimes it’s not the book, the writer, or the editor…but just a lack of spark between editor and book, or editor and writer.
I actually felt better when she moved the book’s pub date (and had clearly moved it already–I think that email just did a dive into electronic limbo) because to me that meant she wasn’t rushing. And now…now I’m sitting here having thought (before I opened the email) that I was just too tired to face anyone’s editorial letter this evening…and once I’d read it bouncing a little and thinking “I should get right to this…and this…and this other…”
I’m not knocking FormerEditor off her pedestal in my mind…after all, she edited the first Paks books and taught me a lot in the process, and working with her again was sheer delight. I credit her with a lot of my success. Nothing will change my opinion of FormerEditor.
But Editor clearly has a feel for the project, cares about the project, and also has the clear-sightedness and…um…guts to see what’s not working, what’s tangled, and (in one case) what Needs to Go Away. (You will not miss it. Trust me on this. I won’t miss it. The scales have fallen, and now I can see the cheap gold paint is peeling, the plaster beneath has cracked, and the “rubies” aren’t even glass, just plastic. We all have bad days. That’s why Editors are so important.
Also on the good news front today, the green socks are off the needles and on my feet.