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MAX'S POINT OF VIEW I walked into the bustling lobby of the publishing house, clutching a thick manila envelope containing the final manuscript of my upcoming novel. As I made my way toward the receptionist's desk, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had poured my heart and soul into this book, and I was eager to see it in print. However, my relief was short-lived when I suddenly collided with a man, sending my manuscript flying out of my hands and scattering across the floor. Mortified, I quickly stooped down to gather up the pages, only to look up and see the man extending a hand to help me up.

The manuscript submission belonged to the beyond. On Wednesday morning, Don prepared the manuscript for sending. He had printed it on Tuesday evening — three copies: one for the editor, one for the publisher's office, one for the files. The copies were in manila envelopes, labeled in Don's handwriting. He had written the cover letter on Tuesday night, after the decision had been made, while the clarity of the decision was still fresh.

Basically, she likes my first three chapters and wants me to send the rest of the manuscript as soon as possible. ‘Oh, my god. Oh my god,” I squeal happily, jumping out of my chair and doing a happy dance. Celine goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of champagne. We open it and knock on wood so we don’t jinx my luck. We toast to my success. We get a little tipsy together. I tell Celine that we must keep in touch even once my month is over. She gives me a funny look but doesn’t try to pry. After about three glasses (champagne glasses don’t count as full glasses) Celine goes away to print out my manuscript and get it couriered over to the agency. I call Rosa.

Macie put his manuscript in her bag. She needed to focus on work and put the extremely sexy writer out of her mind. She'd go over it in the privacy of her home. For some reason she felt she'd need to. Later that evening after dinner she got comfortable on her couch and pulled out his manuscript. He had accepted her edits on the narrative part. And he had refused most of the ones on the characters. When she got to the first sex scene she froze. In the margin he had wrote, "Macie, we can start off with this scene and I'll ease you into it".

He didn't fall; he descended through the air with a smooth, uniform velocity, his leather loafers touching the granite floor without making a single sound. ​"The board has accepted your rewrite of a chapter," the Julian-template said, advancing down the steel tracks toward her, his hands still casually pocketed. "The narrative density was quite impressive. The shareholders love the dramatic tension of the margin jump. But every good manuscript requires a structural binding. You’ve had your fun in the wilderness, Elara. Now, it's time to let us lock the book."

He laugh. “I love you,” he says as he held my chin to make me look at him. He kissed my lips that made me smile. *** After 1 week of editing, I’m finally done with my novel. I contacted the publishing house immediately to send my whole novel to them. My novel is not that long, so my editing process didn’t take too long, plus I focused on that in order not to waste the day. The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue.

After putting the dishes in the washer and the leftovers into the refrigerator, Anna changed into her lounging clothes and made herself comfortable on the couch with a refilled glass of wine in one hand and the manuscript in the other. She was still annoyed at the audacity of the author, but she also had to admire him for his persistence. Perhaps her curiosity was overcoming her stubbornness, Anna thought. She removed the stack of pages from the envelope, laying them on the coffee table. She was about to change her mind about reading the manuscript after seeing no cover page or synopsis. Even first-time authors knew the protocol of putting on a cover page with the name, address, email, word

"If I say yes what comes after?” Vina leaned in a bit, her excitement infectious. "Initially we'll sign a Letter of Intent. It’s like an agreement. After that our editor will reach out to you. The complete editing typically takes around two months. Then comes the cover design, formatting and ultimately the launch date.” “Release date.” That expression by itself instantly compelled me to hide my face due, to a mix of shyness and joy. Vina remarked, "The best part is this: Livia mentioned that you’re the kind of author who maintains consistency. That’s an advantage for us. Once you finish your book if you wish to create a series or pen another novel our doors will be fully open.”

When I get here, I search for the section on fiction novels and find it at the back. Great! That means less distance. I take a seat on one of the chairs there and pull out my draft book. I pull out my laptop from my backpack and turn it on then go to my email. There's literally a thousand from my agent. Great! I click onto the newest one which reads; “Could you have the manuscript finished by next month? Rupert is on my neck demanding it." I itch to tell her to tell him to go fuck himself, but I don't do that. I just type and" OK!” and send the message.

He read the address label. “Yes. Prelude’s editor, Joan somebody, actually wrote a personal critique she sent along with the form rejection letter. She seemed genuinely reluctant to return it. I discussed it with my agent and she suggested I make the changes Joan suggested and re-submit the full manuscript in printed format and disk, which is why this one is so heavy.” Rachel separated the envelopes into two stacks. “This pile only contains three chapters and a synopsis, but with the return envelope, it’s still a lot of postage. You know the routine, Alex. By the time the summer is over, you’ll have enough money to send your kids through college.”