The kindness of editors

A few days ago I found myself in the midst of a conversation about a book that I am writing, a novel for adults.  I'd thought the book complete; I'd thought it whole.  I believed that the time had come for this book of mine.  Indeed, I was nearly certain.



But that time isn't, as it turns out, now.  There are some aspects of this novel that need to be reconsidered.  I couldn't see that myself.  I was, thanks to readers who deeply care, helped to see it.  And what is kinder, in the end, than an editor and an editor friend who will sit and talk over the course of several days about what the future of a book might be.



I am indebted, once again.



The work awaits me.