Working with a member of The Eight today felt like a first date, as in the first date ever in my life. The early moments were anxious and awkward. I might have drooled. Yes, I wanted the meeting, but all the same, I could wait another day. Or week. While I felt decent about the manuscript, one can never be one hundred percent certain of what one wrote. Did I neglect key points? A few minor ones, yes. Was the narrative lacking clarity or flow? Only in very small tracts.
The real win: the meeting eradicated my biggest fear, that based on reader feedback, months of hard revisions lay ahead. Not that the effort is a problem, it’s just that deep down, I considered the manuscript 90-95 percent in the pocket. And that was certainly one of The Eight’s opinion. Good thing, because to hear that it was 75 percent there was not something I could stomach, even over Eggs Benedict and sausage.
Tonight I shall sleep, and not dream about a suck story secretly replacing mine.
pshhh eggs benedict and sausage. you shoulda gotten the eggs and corned beef hash with extra toast and maybe an order of fries. Disco fries. oh yes.
you need carbs early in the morning. screw protein.
glad it went as well as you’d expected. =)
Yeah me too, Spike. Me too.
Sorry though, I like proteins, fiber and fat. Disco fries! A reference to a book, perhaps?