In the land of fairy times, in the anon time before I understood the publishing biz, I held this cherished belief that publishers knew everything, were perfectly consistent, and had universal opinions about each work that flew across an editor’s desk. Now I’m not so sure. I just received my edits from a publisher. The editor did a terrific job, although I must say all the red ink made my eyes hurt a bit. I appreciate his kind attentiveness to the book, his eye for detail, and his ability to discern when a reader would be confused.
As I read through his comments and edits, I remembered that he was not initially my editor. This caused my mind to walk an entire journey. . . . What would the other editor have said? What red lines would he have made? What verbs would he deem weak? Where would he add clarification? This is just one book in the pipeline of thousands of books. I realized how different the book might turn out with a different editor or with a different publisher for that matter.
Then I remembered the rejections of this particular book. A couple houses passed on the manuscript, but what if they hadn’t? (My crazy-awful mind now had visions of advance-wars, spiraling my fledgling advance to more digits.)
I realized that a book had to be held like water running through hands—it is a fluid endeavor, spilled out by some, consumed by others, and edited by one. Sure, the book is “my baby,” but in a sense it belongs to many more spheres—the publishing house, small CBA bookstores, megaplex bookstores, the reading public, and the gift-giving public.
Suddenly, this kernel of an idea God breathed into my heart has taken on a life of its own. I’m thankful for that in one sense. It means that the book is out of my hands and in the capable Hands of the One who holds all things together. On the other hand (to continue my poorly wrought metaphor), I feel loss—like my baby has grown up with a mind of her own and is ready to explore the world without me. All this to say this profound truth (drumroll, please):
PUBLISHING IS SUBJECTIVE. While one house may love your prose, another may be riled by it. One editor may slash and burn, another may gently lead. Sometimes I view it like the surprising ending to St. Elsewhere, where what we really thought was a hospital drama was actually a snow globe manipulated by an autistic boy who dreamed the entire plot of the series in his head. Publishing is a snow globe, manipulated by . . . well, who knows. . . . Snowflakes are whirring around at the tip of a whimsical hand.
That being said, the subjective madness doesn’t crush me, nor does it disillusion me. I’m just so flat-out happy that publishers thought my ruminations worthy of the printed page and that I actually sold some books!
And I am keenly aware of the true Promoter of all things. Jesus is the One who sees it all. He simply asks me to take the last seat, the seat of humility, allowing His promotion. Not mine. So, yeah, it’s subjective. But, God is here. He is present all around. He sees my words. He sees your words. He weathers the rejections with us. He works in and through editors. He is an Author, after all.
Mary E. DeMuth helps people to turn their trials into triumphs. She mentors new authors through the publishing process and has written two tutorials on book proposals (one for fiction and another for nonfiction). An expert in Pioneer Parenting, Mary enables Christian parents to navigate our changing culture when their families were not good faith examples to follow. Her parenting books include Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture (Harvest House, 2007), Building the Christian Family You Never Had (WaterBrook, 2006), and Ordinary Mom, Extraordinary God (Harvest House, 2005). Mary also inspires people to face their trials through her real-to-life novels, including Watching the Tree Limbs (nominated for a Christy Award) and Wishing on Dandelions (NavPress, 2006). A pioneer parent herself, Mary and her husband, Patrick, reside in Texas with their three children. They recently returned from breaking new spiritual ground in Southern France, where they planted a church.
Kristen Fischer is a copywriter and journalist living at the Jersey Shore. She worked as a reporter and copyeditor for Gannett before launching her full-time freelance business in 2005. Her work has been published in Parents, New Jersey Monthly, Prevention, Woman’s Day, SheKnows, and Healthline.
John Early McIntyre was a professional editor for more than 40 years, 34 of them at The Baltimore Sun, from which he recently retired. John earned an undergraduate degree in English from Michigan State University, where he was elected to Phi Beta Kappa, and a master’s degree in English from Syracuse University, where he was a university fellow. John taught editing at Loyola University Maryland for 25 years. A charter member of ACES: The Society for Editing, he served two terms as its president. John has presented workshops on writing and editing at conferences and publications in the United States and Canada. He is the author of two small but trenchant books, The Old Editor Says: Maxims on Writing and Editing, and Bad Advice: The Most Unreliable Counsel Available on Grammar, Usage, and Writing.