Let me tell you a sad story...
It's about me, but you might see yourself in it, which is really the point of sharing this with you, isn't it?
A year ago, I was an excited writer.
I was off to a writing conference at a beautiful mansion in Westchester, NY.
There, I was scheduled to meet with an editor of my choice from a prestigious publishing house in New York City. We would confer for twenty minutes, and during our time together, she would give me constructive notes about the first 40 pages of my novel that I had sent to her in advance. Great, right?
There, I was scheduled to meet with an editor of my choice from a prestigious publishing house in New York City. We would confer for twenty minutes, and during our time together, she would give me constructive notes about the first 40 pages of my novel that I had sent to her in advance. Great, right?
