This is a story about editing. A ballad, if you will.
Here's the thing. Editing is hard.
So very, very hard.
First, you wait for the first rounds of edits to come back from almighty editor-types.
Then the email gets here, and you notice it’s a million paragraphs
long and you think “Oh crap they hated it they hated it they hated it I’m
a crap-flinging monkey.”
Then after an hour of freaking out you finally bite the bullet and read the email.
And the suggestions are totally cool and riddled with praise, but they want you to change a big part of the story.
And your soul is crushed into a million pieces.
But then you think about the suggestions.
And you think a little more.
And you re-read the email a hundred times and realize how awesome the story will be with those edits.
Then … INSPIRATION.
And you finish the edits so fast that you DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED.
And you re-send the email like a BAWS.
But then you realize … You’ve only moved on to round two.