Talking To The Editor

Seems a bit like talking to God, doesn't it?  I mean, this person has so much power!  If she just decided she didn't like me, or I was a pain in the butt, the book could be history, right?

OK, there is a little thing called a contract, but still.  I'm terrified of editors.

But I really shouldn't be.  Alex Moore, who I worked with at USC Press, was wonderful, and so is Meredith Morris-Babb, who works for UFP and is my current "boss" on this project.  She's very helpful with answering questions and will even take them on the weekend.  She's excited that I'm on track to make my deadline, and I'm excited that I don't have to do all the wicked word processing changes that I thought I would have to do.  So we're both happy.

But to tell you something about how things get done, I needed to call her on my cell phone, which will not work here in my mother's house, because we live too far in the boonies.  I didn't get her the first time, but she called me back as I was driving home from Madison (where Id gone to place the call).  So there I am, car parked halfway in the ditch, asking questions and making notes.  Somehow, I suspect that important writers don't have these problems---probably because they live in places were you can actually get cell phone service!!!!