But I'm not sure what that means. The first time I thought it meant something. I'd written a complete novel with a beginning and a middle and an end. I knew editing was coming, but it was a milestone passed. Cheers and woots and celebrations happened.
Then I edited. Then I edited again. And again. Then I thought, "It Is Good" and I went out and bought the Writer's Market and started following instructions.
Months later, I have finished once again. It is unarguably better. So very much better. Because she was right. Now I have to sew my heart back to my sleeve and hold it out there again, offering up my once-again finished story to wait for someone to tell me that no, really, it's not finished after all. Because now I have read and I know that even if it is loved and accepted and even drooled over, the next place it goes after the agent is an editor. Where we edit again.
Because the worst case scenario is not having to do any more edits because it's been rejected more times than I can handle and it's done.
So I have to try.
But until then I get to start looking at the new story that has been pushing at my brain. Fleshing out characters. Outlining a story. Figuring out how best to introduce a character that will die in the very beginning. Getting ready for NaNoWriMo, because I'm waiting till then to start. Because I have been challenged.
And since I have the experience of the first one behind me now, I know this second one won't take me two years to finish.