Like, I would imagine, most writers, I usually spend at least 48 hours after each rejection letter received thinking that I am kidding myself by trying to "be a writer." Then, in writing and in life, I assume that if I can't do it 100% perfectly myself, I am a failure.
So last month I got a rejection letter suggesting that my second novel has really good potential, but needs a professional edit.
- Initial reaction: Oh my goodness, my own edit was insufficient, I suck at writing... and life. Shy away from the limelight (which, as this photo indicates, I am so good at!)
- Grown up process: Realize that being a good writer doesn't necessarily equate to being a good editor. And not being a good editor doesn't mean I'm a bad writer.
So, I hired an editor. I swallowed by pride and perfectionism, and paid someone who IS a good editor to help me perfect my second novel.
I haven't gotten the edits back yet, and am insecure as hell that they will come with a cover email telling me I suck and should never write again, but that is the insecurity talking!