So, I’ve been working on my edits for Tempting Fate, for LSB.

First, I have to say that I thought this story was pretty darn good or I wouldn’t have submitted it in the first place.

But…

Then I got the edits.

And that’s when I learned I’m a barely literate fool only pretending to write.

OK, that’s not true, if it were they wouldn’t have bought the book in the first place, but damn, when I open that document and see all of the suggestions/changes, that’s what it feels like. Every time.

And then, I start reading through the changes. They’re absolutly brilliant, they make the story so much better - they change words to be spelled right (d’oh) and I’m back to the - I can’t beleive I thought this was good the first time!

Throughout the ms, my editor has LOTS of changes, some notes to herself, and then occasionally they’re a little “hee” when she finds something funny or a compliment about phrasing or something.

Let me tell you, the high that I get from those little comments - you’d think I just was selling the book again (and yes, perhaps there’s some happy dancing invovled).

So editing for me is like a roller coaster of emotions. One second I can barely string a sentence together, the next I’m on top of the world.

Maybe it’d be better if we writers weren’t such an emotional lot.