I heard some horrible news yesterday—one of my fellow debut authors had her book contract canceled. The saddest part is that this writer has serious talent and her book premise was wholly original. In all the downsizing that’s happening, her editor was let go and the editor whose desk it landed on didn’t feel strongly enough about it to forge on in the current economy.
Somehow this news struck me like a blunt arrowhead to the psyche, and I had four separate nightmares about it last night. To think you’re achieving your dream and then to have it rescinded on the whim of someone who was not involved at the get go is just so bleak. So bleak! That's some serious Orwellian "Room 101" material.
On the upside, she has an excellent agent and she’s beautiful and marketable in addition to being a talented writer, so we’re all certain that she’ll be under contract somewhere else very soon.
I just really, really, really can’t wait until her book wins the Printz Award.
Now, how about we all go out and buy a book today so we spare more authors a trip to the Ministry of Love's Room 101?
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