A few days ago, while still quite upset and angry, I wrote a longer post that detailed some of the grosser examples of cluelessness or malice that I’ve encountered over the past two-plus years regarding popular assumptions about John’s relationship to my writing. That draft didn’t make the cut–posting it would only make me feel worse, not better. But after several days I still feel I need to address it.
I’ll be brief:
John does not edit my work.
Assumptions, assertions, and anecdotes to the contrary are–whether willfully or not–hurtful, insulting, and factually incorrect.
I have spent more than a decade–thousands of hours–working my ass off to learn my craft. When people try to take that from me by crediting my few successes or the quality of my work to my husband, I get upset. And so does he.
*Yes, of course, he edited the two stories that he bought, because he was the editor of the publications in question. For a list of all of my editors, see my bibliography.