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The past few months have been somewhat stressful, due to the other editor on my team buggering off to Morocco to 'find himself', and I have been left alone with UberBoss. The work load has been epic, and such is the fate of the humble editor, you get very little thanks. Generally if authors bother to mention publishers in their acknowledgements, they thank UberBoss, even though their only contact with him has been a 10-minute phonecall seven months ago, and even though I was the one who edited, proofed and styled their book, and held their hand the whole way. Such is the way of life.
However, this morning (sad, grey Monday) I came into the office to find a large vase of flowers, some chocolates and a card on my desk. It was from an author who has been nothing but a dream. She was prompt at all stages, followed directions to the letter with regard to proofing and indexing, was always polite and deferred to us on everything she considered our speciality, and even asked me to put myself into the acknowlegements at the beginning of the book. That in itself was reward enough, but to receive such a lovely gesture made me feel incredibly valued. May there be more like her...
However, this morning (sad, grey Monday) I came into the office to find a large vase of flowers, some chocolates and a card on my desk. It was from an author who has been nothing but a dream. She was prompt at all stages, followed directions to the letter with regard to proofing and indexing, was always polite and deferred to us on everything she considered our speciality, and even asked me to put myself into the acknowlegements at the beginning of the book. That in itself was reward enough, but to receive such a lovely gesture made me feel incredibly valued. May there be more like her...
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