So mostly I’m in that pre-published bliss state, where everything about
the book itself is still all potential I haven’t screwed up, and I
think of my editor Kristen Weber as this shining distant goddess, like
how Winston Churchill thought of his mother when he was little.
This is the first time in ages that I’ve seen the term "pre-published" used in a way that doesn’t make me cringe all over. In my mind, this is an example of the proper, and only, acceptable use of "pre-published" — i.e. your book has been bought by a publisher and is about to be imminently published. It is not a term that describes an aspiring novelist who dreams of selling his or her book some day.