What do you do when you have a problem you can’t solve? You seek help, of course. Sometimes you know exactly where to find help. At other times, you don’t even know what help to look for.
At the end of October, my agent told me he didn’t like my novel Unravelled which sent me into a major slump. I felt like I was up to my knees in mud trying to move forward but losing sight of the destination. (Perhaps not a perfect analogy, but you get the picture.)
“I’m done,” I told my husband. “I can’t work on that novel any more.”
I didn’t cry, although I might have since I’ve worked on Unravelled for many years and that particular version felt good to me. Really good. I pouted a bit and tried some retail therapy. I read. I blogged and exchanged friendly words on Facebook. And then an email came my way.
Jenny Quinlan runs a business called Historical Editorial as well as two blogs and had kindly accepted my offer to guest post. We were emailing back and forth about the guest post when the synapses sparked. HISTORICAL. EDITORIAL. She edits historical fiction. Perhaps she would have a look at Unravelled?
“A developmental edit is what you need,” Jenny emailed me with authority and the deal was done.
To my delight, within a few weeks I had a four page document outlining her concerns and suggestions along with a marked up manuscript highlighting places where the story faltered or some aspect jarred. Brilliant. Yesterday, using Skype video, we discussed her ideas, coffee cups in hand, Jenny in her office and I in mine.
Help, as I said, was merely pixels away.