For the
last three months I have been under the gentle wing of a mentor. As a hawk on
the hunt, I have been learning to focus. My initial instincts were to flee in
fear of my first meeting, to hide under the table in the coffee shop and
pretend I wasn’t there. Having had my work scrutinised by a knowledgeable
editor and finding myself waist-high in a rewrite of grand proportions, I was
uncertain how helpful the mentoring would be. I was following the editor’s
instructions and juggling with new ideas bred from that process. I found my
bravery and embraced the experience.
