You have a story in your head. Maybe it has been sitting there for years, half-formed and quietly demanding attention every time you sit down with a book you wish you had written. Or maybe the idea landed last Tuesday, out of nowhere, and now you cannot stop thinking about
You’ve written something you’re proud of. Maybe it took you two years. Maybe it took ten. And now you’re staring at a finished manuscript, wondering, what on earth do I do next? That feeling is more common than you think. The dream of holding your published book in your hands
There is a version of the editing world that looks like a quiet room, a pot of tea, and someone leisurely marking up pages with a red pen. That version is mostly a myth. The real version involves tight deadlines, manuscripts that need serious structural surgery, authors who are attached
Walk into any bookshop and the first thing you notice is how the shelves are sorted. Romance here. Crime over there. Biography down the back. That sorting system, the one that quietly guides you toward the kind of story you’re in the mood for, is genre doing its job. But
