Welp, it finally happened. My editor sent along her feedback, and the worst possible thing happened: she hates my book.
That’s not exactly true. She said hates me.
That’s not exactly true either, but when you get your manuscript back (or the first chapter of it, in this case) and it’s bloodier than Sonny Corleone at the tollbooth, redder than Carrie at the prom, more marked up than Post Malone’s face, it’s hard not to take it personally.
Especially when she tells you you’re too negative.