There’s a part of the writing life that scares me. I’m more afraid of it than a bad review, a manuscript rejection, or a book that doesn’t earn out its advance.
Eight years have passed since I received this email from a writer about an article she’d submitted:
I’ve submitted several articles to the previous editor of this magazine. She never edited my work like you’ve done.If my writing was good enough for her, it should be good enough for you.