It took me nearly a week to digest my editor’s comments on my manuscript. Wonderful notes, incisive questions, but it was still daunting. Why?
Because the manuscript was no longer just mine, it had morphed again, and I had to adjust.

With each phase of the project, it has gained another dimension that I’ve had to incorporate into my awareness. For a long time, the project was a dream and a hope. Then when I got an agent, it became a possibility. When the editor bought it, it became a reality, a thrill, and a business all at the same time. As I wrote and revised, it became a manuscript and an intimate of mine.
But with the editor’s notes covering the pages, I can finally feel the book emerging. It’s exciting, but it has been yet another adjustment.

I have read all of the editor’s notes and re-initiated the highlighting system that got me to this point.

I have felt like a cook cracking through the shell of an egg.

I am thrilled and terrified all at once.

I’m getting to know my book in a new way. The way I relate to the book continues to change. It’s never the same.