Me? Most days it feels like I don’t know what the hell I’m
doing.
At its worst, it feels like if I can screw up the structure
of a story, I will. To use an analogy: I’ll pitch a
beautifully sculpted elephant, then deliver a camel and a heartfelt
apology. And my editors have to patiently unpick it all. (Thought about taking those humps off? What about adding a trunk? Plus –
just asking Fletch – can we bulk this baby out a bit?)
Eventually, it looks sorta elephantine. But it’s miles away
from the thing I first conceived.
Imagine my relief, then, when I saw this:
Thank you, Maureen McHugh. Thank you Austin Kleon. And most
of all, a massive thank you to my editors. We’ve got an elephant at last.
