I’ve been lucky enough to have met my editor socially (still not used to saying that or writing that) a few times now since I joined Team Tor. This was due to me turning up at loads of events Bella also showed up at. We even dressed alike at one event and that was a bit embarrassing; clearly the assimilation pills I took when I joined are working.
It’s been great chatting to her in kinda off-time about various things and the more we chatted the more I’ve come to realise how much I trust her vision for the first Blackhart book and the series. She asked really pertinent questions and is really quick on the uptake when I explain my world’s mythology to her. I sent her some photos of the Dutch fairy tales I received as a gift from my friend Mieneke to give her an idea of my sources.
But then, this Friday past I got sent through my editorial letter and my manuscript edits too. And, as luck would have it…my printer decided to mess around. I went into a full on muppet flailing panic. Thankfully I was alone in the office so no one could point and laugh at me. However, I got the edits and the editorial letter printed off and carried it home, feeling hugely smug and going “oh yeah, baby, who is grown up now?”
I read through the editorial notes whilst I sat on the train rocketing along past Brixton (book 2 is set here) and Dulwich and I felt my heart swell with pride and excitement. These were my words Bella was talking about. My characters and the the mad situations I put them in. And together we’re going to make it – hopefully – better and brighter and more enjoyable for readers yet to come.
I couldn’t stop smiling. The manuscript itself looks not too bad, I convince myself, only lightly bled across with commentary and mark-ups. I kinda expected a bloodbath. My deadline is okay and doable, I tell myself, counting the days and figuring that I can easily take time off work too as I am owed a lot of days carried over from last year. With that in mind, I puttered around the kitchen making dinner for friends of ours swinging by and whilst we were having dinner I kept smiling a smug secret smile.
This is the next big step for me and the book and it’s like I’ve just unlocked a gaming achievement.
I realise this is not the usual way edits are welcomed, but then, bear in mind these are my first ever edits from Bella. The edits I worked on with Juliet last year feels a long time ago now and I’ve been pondering a lot of changes, some minor, some slightly bigger, to the manuscript and I’ve spoken to Bella about those too. Now I can get stuck in, chop, change, amend and hopefully make better.
And I’m not even remotely panicking. Nope. Not at all. It’s just bloody exciting.