I’ve had a long (read that: really, really long) dry spell, freelance-wise. So I jigged a little happy dance when my old editor hit me with a new project.
My editor works for a book packaging company. Doesn’t ring any bells? I’ll explain. Publishing companies often have their own ideas about what they’d like to publish, and unfortunately their vision has nothing to do with the thousands of queries and manuscripts they receive over the transom from hopeful writers like… well, like me. The book I wrote my own little self is currently languishing in the slush piles of multiple publishers, who clearly wouldn’t know a great book if it jumped up a did a jig of its own, pages flapping in wild abandon. But I digress.
So, the publishing company calls the book packaging company and says “Yo, Book Packager, I want (describes book series of dreams). Make it so.”
Book Packager then rounds up her favorite freelancers, gives them their marching orders, and before you know it, Publishing Company has exactly what it asked for, without ever touching the pile of manuscripts and queries on its desk, or considering how its negligence is dashing the hopes and shaking the confidence of some extremely talented, low-maintenance, deserving aspiring authors.
Damn, digressed again.
In this project, I’ve been given an already published book, about 150 pages long, written for moderately competent high school students. It is my task to transform it into a 32 page book written at a much lower reading level. It’s harder than it looks. Don’t try this at home.
I won’t get full author credit since, after all, it is somebody else’s book. But the cover will read:
By Original Author, with Transvestite Rabbit
Good enough. Not as good as getting a call from Publishing Company offering a big advance for my book, but hey, it’s a gig.