I love The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan, but it's becoming a metaphor for my life. I'm convinced waiting for your first round of editorial notes is a little like wandering through the Forest of Hands and Teeth, Unconsecrated notes that may eat your book alive waiting at every hole in the fence. The hands of the pen reaching out to pull me into the void of the Forest of Indecision.
What to keep?
What to cut?
My mind will become as empty as useless as the minds of the Unconsecrated.
What if I get lost in the Forest of Hands and Teeth of editing? Never to be seen again?
“What if I get lost in the Forest of Hands and Teeth of editing? Never to be seen again?”
God Forbid!! that would jsut be tragic!!!
Nice reflexion ^^.
I can’t wait to read that book!
V- I hope you are not being sarcastic. I suffer from a poor sense of direction.
Kami- I wouldn’t dream of it… If u get lost I’ll come get you. I am good with direction…. internal GPS baby!!