I had already suspected that my recent novel, one that I had been working on for the last six months, had a problem – or more specifically – problems. After spending hours and hours within the spaces of the story, I was concerned that I had lost my impartiality. So when I decided ask my editor her opinion on the subject, I was hoping for a very detached and frank perspective.
No, I wouldn’t have minded if she had said “You have an immediate bestseller and I’d want to buy it right now,” but that wasn’t the answer I received. Instead, what she told me loud and clear was that what I had managed to produce amounted to a big, hot mess.