So read the first sentence of my morning assignment. This is some sick joke, I thought as I shoved the book aside. My task was to read the manuscript and brainstorm to develop the last five chapters, but I was certain that my coworkers were playing a prank.
Day 4: Central Park! We ate a chocolate cannoli from Ferrara Bakery and enjoyed some shade under the trees at Central Park.
The view of Manhattan from Top of the Rock. We went up 67 stories to see the city from the top of Rockefeller Center, and the view was breathtaking. We could see all the way to the Brooklyn Bridge in the south and could peer from above into Times Square. We had a blast, and it was the perfect way to spend Logan's last night in the city.
During my first day on the job, Frank, our Editor-in-Chief, noticed the can of pepper spray clipped to my key chain and shot me a suspicious glare. I explained that before my freshman year at USC, my Dad had frightened me with tales of Downtown LA's gritty streets. He insisted that I arm myself with pepper spray to ward off pick-pockets and gang members, and warned me against walking alone in the dark. As a result, anytime after dusk I can often be seen sprinting across campus with one arm clutching my purse and the other extended to wield a can of pepper spray.
Now that I am living in New York City, this quirky fear has only increased. On subways I keep a vigilant watch over other passengers to see if any have a razor blade, which they could surely use to slice a hole in the bottom of my bag and sneak off with my iPod. I'm not sure that this has ever happened on a subway, but Dad's word is law and I follow it carefully.
Needless to say, once my coworkers learned of my "watchful eye" they screeched with laughter. So when I read the story of Samantha, a young intern who was robbed and violently murdered in Washington D.C., I assumed it was a bad joke crafted by my coworkers. I never imagined Samantha's story could be real until I met her father, the author of the book.
Samantha's father, who I'll call Darren as I cannot share the author's name until the book is published, has been working on this story for the past seven years. It is surely painful for Darren to be reminded of his daughter's death as he writes, but he is committed to sharing her story. Darren is a pastor, and his goal is to show readers how God can provide strength and healing in the midst of hopelessness.
However, Darren has struggled in developing this story, as he could not find anyone to give him constructive criticism. In an industry where editors pride themselves on being "tough," Darren found that publishers would glance over his work, say the writing was "crap" and send him along. The Devil Wears Prada comes to mind, where Meryl Streep plays a wicked magazine editor who relishes each opportunity to knock a writer down and provide scathing, unproductive criticism. At the opposite end of the spectrum, Darren met editors who shied away for fear of hurting a grieving father's feelings.
So when Darren walked into our office, I took a deep breath and prayed that I would be able to provide feedback that was honest, yet equally sensitive to how much of his heart Darren had put into this book. We told Darren how moved we were by his story, and complimented his ability to reveal raw emotions through characters' conversations. The next part of the meeting would prove more difficult. We asked Darren to cut out a number of chapters in which the story is told from different family members' points-of-view. The perspective was interesting and revealed the family's heartbreak even further, but it distracted from the book's goal of serving as a manual for growth and forgiveness.
When Darren crumpled into his chair and began to cry in the editorial office, I cringed and prepared to pack my bags - convinced that I would be fired after reducing a client to tears. However, I was reassured to learn that Darren's sobs were those of relief.
"I have been fighting to write this book but couldn't find anyone to give me advice," Darren explained through tears and a half smile. "The story had no direction and I wanted to kick myself for doing it wrong. But finally I see there is room for me to improve. Thank you."
This meeting with Darren taught me the importance of constructive criticism. It seems that in order to develop a book to its full potential, critiques must be balanced and given with a purpose in mind. I've learned that there is no need to bite, that there is more value in combining each individual's skills to create powerful results.
It is now Day 25 of my adventure in the city. The first three weeks of my internship at the literary agency have taught me so much about publishing books, and more importantly about the people behind them. I am eager to learn more and to continue exploring New York. On June 24th Logan flew out for his birthday weekend and first-ever visit to the city! We had an amazing time celebrating his 20th birthday in New York, and visited everything from the Statue of Liberty to a Broadway show. Here are some pictures from our adventures:
Day 1: Logan and I in Times Square. On his first night in the city we scurried Uptown to see the bright lights and grab an ice cream cone. It was a great way to kick off the trip!
Lombardi's Pizza! Every year this little hole-in-the-wall is featured on the Food Network and wins a prize as one of the "Top 10 Pizzas in New York." The thin-crusted pizza was HUGE and delicious with plenty of mozzarella. We loved it and pretty much inhaled the entire pie.
Day 2: For Logan's birthday present I gave him tickets to see The Phantom of the Opera! He got me hooked on this show in high school and took me to see it at the Orange County Performing Arts Center, so getting to see it on Broadway was big-time fun :) The music was amazing and we kept singing the songs all weekend.
Day 3: Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island! The weather was beautiful and even better was the ride on the ferry boat with a view of Manhattan's skyline from the water.
About to get on the ferry to visit the Statue!
Day 4: Central Park! We ate a chocolate cannoli from Ferrara Bakery and enjoyed some shade under the trees at Central Park.
The view of Manhattan from Top of the Rock. We went up 67 stories to see the city from the top of Rockefeller Center, and the view was breathtaking. We could see all the way to the Brooklyn Bridge in the south and could peer from above into Times Square. We had a blast, and it was the perfect way to spend Logan's last night in the city.
Empire State Building behind us at Top of the Rock. Happy Birthday Logan!! It was great to have a familiar face around in this new city, and I had so much fun going on adventures with Log.
The next few weeks will be very exciting! I am spending the 4th of July with Alexis and her family in Long Island, and soon the Clark clan will arrive! I can't wait to do some damage with my brother Scott and my parents by my side, so look out for my stories and photos to come.
Thank you so much for reading and leaving fun comments! It makes my day to receive these words of encouragement, and I'm glad that through the blog my friends and family can join me on this journey. I hope you have a happy and safe 4th of July weekend.
- Kels