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Dante was already gone for morning PT; he’d kissed my temple on his way out, left a protein bar on the counter like a love note, and promised to be back by noon. I opened my inbox half-asleep, expecting the usual mix of freelance invoices, spam, and my sister sending another wedding-planning P*******t board titled “Rustic But Make It Gay.” Instead, there it was. Subject: Offer – Senior Editor Position – Relocation Package Included Sender: HarperCollins West Coast Acquisitions I stared at it until the screen dimmed from inactivity. When I tapped it awake, the words hadn’t rearranged themselves into something safer. A mid-sized imprint under a major house—new literary fiction line focused on u

"I always just thought you were working as a writer or something." "Um, I don't really think you can work as a 'writer' in a publishing company. We work with writers." I tried to explain it to him. "I'm just a writer that happens to be great at this. So, I guess what I do is, you know, edit fictional works. There are a lot more editors in other genres. We have a lot of writers sending and submitting their works everyday and if they get approved, we kind of become their editors. I don't know if you get what I'm saying." The edge of Dean's lip tugged up a bit before he chuckled softly, "I almost forgot how you say a thousand words all at once when you're explaining things."

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“Bless you, someone submitted their fantasy for your consideration. Pretend you didn’t see the names. If you let it through, the editor will ask them to change it.” Zach returned to his computer with no enthusiasm. It was good to know that they wouldn’t allow a thinly veiled fiction fantasy involving their CEO be published in its original state. Due to the poor quality of the writing, he was able to reject it quickly without any other consideration. It would be awkward for him if a story about an intern and an obvious Darien character having sex got to the publishing stage. It was too on the nose for his situation. Not that Darien would want to sleep with him though.

I can’t remove my smile on my face while I’m editing my novel. I talked to the publishing house after I made up my mind and I accepted their invitation. I informed my readers about it which made them happy, the others are keeps on messaging me that they can’t wait to buy my first physical book. It’s been three weeks since I started editing my novel, we became more busy, so we really can’t hang out like before. There are times that after the classes, I will go home immediately to continue editing.

Sometimes it is just someone thinking. "The CB imprint," Harriet says finally. "That is good. Clean. Keeps it distinct from the grant program but connected to the mission." I can hear her writing. "Self-publishing gives you control over timeline and selection. You would need an editor. Someone with literary credibility who understands what you are trying to do." "I know someone," I say, and I do, suddenly, without having known it thirty seconds ago. Nadia Reeves mentioned at the interview that her partner edits literary nonfiction. I filed it without knowing I was filing it. "I will make a call tomorrow." "Budget?"

She scoffed. Anna knew too well not to push that topic as it was a sensitive one for her. “Don’t ruin the mood, come give me a hug, celebrate with me!” she screamed and spread her arms. Jennifer smiled and came to embrace her. Annabel knew that this was like a demotion for her, she would be earning an average of two thousand dollars in the Publishing house, which was twenty percent of her previous salary, but at least she would have a genuine job which she didn’t have to get with her body.

Got a response within a week. “This is incredible. Publishers will fight for this. Can we set up a call to discuss next steps?” They talked. Made plans. Started submissions. Within two months, she had five offers. She chose the one that felt right. A mid-size publisher. Personal. Committed. The advance was enough to quit Penking’s construction job. Let him focus on something else. “What do you want to do?” she asked. “If you could do anything. What would it be?” He thought about it. “I don’t know. I’ve spent so long being a criminal or a prisoner or just surviving. I don’t know what I want beyond that.”

Pecks of staying with smart people. So while my friends and I were in college, Precious started a company and three years later it's blossoming like anyone's business. Susan was about to start working for the biggest IT company in the country and I... well lets just say I've been pretty awesome with words to a point where I published two of my books without even an editor. Tadaaaaaaaaa yep. All me.. So I had money... I was swimming in it, but I needed a stable job so I can keep on writing. So, because I was way over my head and an idiot I applied for anything under writing, be it be an editor, copywriter or just a writer.. everything.

she explained, feeling the excitement of that old life come back alive inside of her. "The publishing field, you say. Well, I have some contacts in that area, so I could help you get an internship or even a job, if you wanted me to," Victor uttered, nonchalantly, as if that wasn't a big deal at all. "What?" Her voice cracked. "Really?" "Yeah, some good friends of mine have a publishing company in Seattle and some other states. We could try to get you something. But you'd have to finish your college first." "Of course, but I… I wouldn't want to get in just because I'm… you know, with you," Sarah manifested.