When I decided to self-publish and after reading some books on it I knew two things for sure. I needed to find an editor and I had to hire a cover artist. I decided to tackle the editor issue first. I did some research and asked around some. Finally I felt confident enough to email a woman who was recommended to me. I won’t reveal her name and I think my reason for doing so will become clear soon.
After sending the email I was surprised that the woman responded quickly, within a few hours. I thought that was a good sign. And the first thing she wrote was: congrats on finishing your first novel. I’ll admit it felt good to hear that. We exchanged emails for a couple of days. I’m a thinker and can’t rush into any decision. Also, I had the feeling she was figuring out if she could work with me. Some writers can be temperamental and not receptive to any type of criticism. I hope I’m not like that. I want to learn. That isn’t to say I embrace the editing process with a huge smile on my face. Now when I’m waiting for the editor to send a draft back I open my email with a hand over my eyes since I’m scared to see the result. But more on that later.
I decided to go with this editor and she accepted. Before we started to talk about money (never a fun subject) she asked to see the first three chapters of the novel so she could access how long it would take her and how much she would charge. So I sent the chapters and waited.
And waited. A day went by and no word. No worries I rationalized. I’m sure she needed time to read the chapters. Four days went by and nothing. After a week, I decided to follow up. Again I did not hear a thing.
Two weeks passed and I thought of two scenarios. One, my novel sent her screaming for the hills forcing her to live in a cave with bear cubs leaving civilization and editing forever. The second situation I contemplated was alien abduction. I’m leaning towards the second reason but I can’t get the image out of my mind of the woman screaming and babbling about dangling participles while forging in the mountains for berries.
Finally I had to accept the fact that I wouldn’t hear back from her. I should mention that I sincerely hope she is okay. In case you are wondering, the aliens have been kind enough to let her update her blog.
So what did I do? If you guessed that I wallowed in self-pity you’re right. For two days I was in a horrible mood. My partner tiptoed around me. On day three I got a talking to. We have a rule in our house. When something bad happens you have a grace period to feel sorry for yourself. Most of the time, depending on the situation, the period is short before the stern lecture happens. I’ve been on the receiving end and I have also been the voice of reason (shocking I know!).
My partner sat me down and said I needed to find another editor. One who was willing to work with me. Just sitting around and eating ice cream wasn’t helping me achieve my goal.
Once again I started researching editors as I ate gallon after gallon of ice cream.