{"id":1004,"date":"2012-04-06T12:47:00","date_gmt":"2012-04-06T12:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1004"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:35:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:35:32","slug":"weekend-word-wee-revisi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1004","title":{"rendered":"Weekend WORD:  A WEE REVISIT&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>THIS WAS FIRST PUBLISHED FEBRUARY 14, 2007<\/b>: How ironic that not much has changed, and yet so much has &#8211; and I STILL need to hear all of this again.<br \/>Maybe you do, too&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>For my Valentine&#8217;s Gift today, I got a note from my agent telling me that yet another house has passed on my second novel. I just sighed and sort of wandered away from the computer, deciding it was time to raid my stash of chocolate chips again.<img decoding=\"async\" style=\"width: 205px; height: 350px;\" src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/broken-heart1-720854.jpg\" align=\"left\" hspace=\"10\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a part of me that <i>just knows<\/i> I&#8217;m going to be called on to revise this manuscript &#8212; <i>a<\/i>gain, and right now, I just can&#8217;t even think about it. I have a semi-solid mid-March deadline for the piece I&#8217;m working on now (before ye olde Agent, S.A.M., goes to Barcelona for the Book Faire), and I&#8217;ll soon be doing final edits on the first novel, so there&#8217;s a big &#8220;Noooo!&#8221; swelling up from my soul at the idea of going backwards yet one more time to mess with this piece. I&#8217;ve heard it&#8217;s too dramatic, too this, too that, but everyone loves the writing, loves the way it deals with &#8220;sensitive subjects.&#8221; All right, then&#8230; can anyone be more specific about what they don&#8217;t love, then?<\/p>\n<p>A trip to Our Jane&#8217;s Brain has cured me of my tendency to pout, though. Well, not entirely, but work with me, huh? <a href=\"http:\/\/www.janeyolen.com\/journal.html%22\" target=\"_blank\">Jane Yolen<\/a> spoke at the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.scbwi.org\/\" target=\"_blank\">SCBWI<\/a> Midwinters Conference in NY, and this is some of what she said, as recorded in her online journal:<\/p>\n<blockquote style=\"font-style: italic;\"><p>&#8220;If you enter into revision angrily, hating the editor and all of her notes, you will get little out of the process. So learn to love the process as well&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Read the letter, put it down, and re-read it again the next day. Call a best friend and read the letter to her or him. Or take a hot bath and let the water soak away that initial anger, which\u2014after all\u2014is just the body reacting to being thwarted in the age-old desire to be loved unconditionally.<\/p>\n<p>Mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers can love you that way. An editor has better things to do with her time and your manuscript.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And incidentally, so does your agent have better things to do with their time! I have wasted a lot of time repeatedly allowing myself to become emotionally flayed by a guy who is really only doing his job on my MANUSCRIPT, not ME (oh, why is that still so hard to separate the two?).<br \/>Granted: rejection stinks. I still HATE hearing him say &#8220;No&#8221; and his gift for dry understatement in his pithy little margin comments initially brings me to hives &#8212; or worse &#8212; until I set his note aside for awhile. Writers just live too far inside of their own heads sometimes, and rejection in any form sometimes feels overwhelming. But when I&#8217;m sane (and when is that, exactly?) I know it&#8217;s really not personal. Really. And though I may never feel comfortable with him, I know my agent knows his stuff. I think highly of him professionally, so maybe&#8230; maybe the fact that we&#8217;ll never name our (non-existent) children after each other&#8230; well,  maybe that&#8217;s okay.<\/p>\n<p>For Valentine&#8217;s Day, I bequeath to myself the gift of realism: not everybody has to be best buddies.<\/p>\n<p>All right, enough navel-gazing nonsense. 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