taking risks

Just the other day, I drove to downtown Minneapolis, parked outside of the Open Book, went up the stairs to the Loft Literary Center, and paid a LOT of money for a 15-hour online mentorship with a professional editor.

It’s a risk.  He might hate my manuscript and tell me to start over (probably not).  He might not catch my vision for it and suggest changes far beyond what I’m comfortable with (maybe).  He might read my novel with a critical and professional eye and give me valuable advice for polishing the manuscript into something beautiful (I hope).

Again, it’s a risk.

An investment.

I hope.

risk