The torment of waiting can have its high points
The clock is ticking on a manuscript I submitted now 51 days ago. Within another week (hopefully) I will hear something. It’s good they have it a long time, right? If they hated the first few pages, they would have stopped reading and rejected it by now. Right?
Right? Right? Right?
But what if they are just behind? What if the editor has been out sick, and papers have piled up? What if she gets back from a vacation or something and then just rejects everyone just to get current again!?????
It can totally get to you. I swear.
Anyway, I got a bright little flicker of hope today.
In response to an earlier query, I got a request for full from another publisher I’ve targeted for their awesomeness. For non-writerly-types, that means they have asked to read the entire manuscript.
It feels good, having my completed manuscript in the hands of two publishing houses that I have had my eye on for a while. But even with a few successes under my belt, I still bite off my nails.
Publishing is so subjective.
Likewise, they can reject a fantastic manuscript because they spilled their coffee, missed the bus, or their boss just yelled at them: “We have enough aliens!”
It can leave you pulling your hair out. I swear it can.
So now I am at Day 51 with one publisher, and Day One with another publisher.
And the waiting goes on.
Anyone have any antacid? I ran out a week ago.