Dear Mandy's Editors,
I have had four of you now. I lost the first one. What can I say. Publishing is a battle field.
Aaaanyway, as I pondered my latest, 11 page editorial letter, and as I spent hours and hours staring at my manuscript and chopping things and moving them around, it occurs to me: Y'all are the unsung heroes, here. Don't worry, though, I won't sing you a song. You've got it tough enough as it is.
See, I get to have my name on a shiny book. I get fan mail. And reviews.
You get to whip my crappy words into shape. You get to spend hours and hours trying to articulate your vision in a way that will both motivate and excite me, and you do it beautifully. I can't get my three year old to reach over and cover herself with a blanket. She'd rather yell at me to do it. But you, you manage to get me to spend my evenings and weekends curled up at the library on my laptop, instead of in bed watching reruns of Jersey Shore.
You have a vision. Without you, Lexa, my career would have bombed, because no one would have read anything from me ever again. That draft of P&P I turned in once upon a time was really terrible, and in fact didn't make a lot of sense. But you, with your twelve page letter, followed by a 3 page letter, taught me what the hell I was doing. And YOU WISH? Wouldn't exist. Oh, and uh, readers might have noticed that I accidently forgot a wish.
And Stacy, you were so right about how, in DRIVEN, I had written it like my YA, totally focused on my girl MC, with nothing for the guy to do but sit around and jack up cars. He needed motivation. And conflict.
And Brian? Rearranging those last two chapters of BUT I LOVE HIM? Genius. I kind of wanted to OD on gummy bears when you made me add all those dates to the chapter headings, but it was worth it.
And finally, Jocelyn. Dearest Jocelyn, my brand-new editor. I'll admit, it is scary to be "orphaned" by an editor. Especially when your publishers says, "but we're hiring someone new," becuase, well, you dont know who that will be. And if they "inherit" a project when they arrive, you're even more terrified they'll just pretend to like you. But then you sent me a totally kick-ass editorial letter, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I am in good hands.
So heres to you, dear editors, for making me look good-- for making readers believe the books they read are that beautiful when I type them up.
The truth is, they are total word vomit, and it's your insight that turns them into real books.
Forever yours (as long as you'll have me),