My Editor Ghosted Me

And I’m At a Loss for Words

By Fredricka Maister

In June, my editor, Jessica, wrote, “Just wanted to let you know that I’m running a couple days behind on getting the (minimal) notes on Part III to you. Sorry for the delay.”

She was referring to the 40 pages I had sent her in April.

After working with Jessica for almost two years on my book of essays, I had grown accustomed to her delays. Early in our relationship, Jessica had a new baby, her father had recently died and she, an o...