So, my first two contemporary romances were edited by a woman, with whom I really enjoyed working. She was cheeky and quirky, and we had a quick understanding of style and tone. I miss her, but wish her well. This time around, however, I’m working with a male editor. So far he seems really friendly and professional and easy to work with.
But it’s inherently different … I have been blushing wildly as I go through his comments, particularly when they’re focused on love scenes and, um, parts. I’ve also been laughing, which is okay, too.
What a trip.