Lovely, editor Kathleen sent me the edits last night at 11pm. She is insane to stay up that late to finish. I opened the file this morning.
Oh boy.
With the first book, I only had two pages of edits. And they weren’t even a big deal. I felt very good about myself. Granted, I had a year and a half to play with it while searching for a publisher or agent, but still.
This? 5 pages. And oh boy, not much of it is good.
I need some major overhaul.
I forgot to give Jackson a purpose.
Pretty sad, isn’t it? In the first book, Jackson longs to be a hero. And he gets to be one. This one? He’s doing nothing. Just a lot of meaningless wandering around, learning nothing. Oops.
My lovely editor was tactful kind enough to tell me that it was her job to make it amazing and that it is never easy to write a book, let alone a kids’ book and that everything would be wonderful. I just had to hunker down and drink my chai lattes and get to it.
And I have 7 weeks to do it.
Let the games begin.
Listening to: the boys are listening to farting and burping noises on the computer
Reading: The Hunger Games. Oh you must read it. It’s fantastic.
Eating: peanut butter.
Watching: tonight? My husband. It’s our ten year anniversary!
