Sixty-three days and counting. Crunch time.
I always swore I would never let querying get to me. Up until the last few weeks, I’d approached it with a grain of salt. Oh, yes, I gave it my all, but even after getting requests at a conference from a great agent and the YA editor from HarperCollins, I still approached the whole process emotionally void. I mean, you have to, right?
I have to admit, I am no longer emotionally void.
Two publishers that I’ve been trying to get into since, like, EVER are both reading my novel.
It’s dumb, but I feel like this is it… do or die. If neither of them takes it, what else is there?
Yes, I know there are tons of options, and I should still be sending my manuscript out to others. After all, there are hundreds of really great small houses out there, right?
But at the moment, I can’t. I’m just frozen. Like time has stopped.
I am now at the two week mark with one publisher and 63 days with the other. Everyone tells me the “63 day” publisher rejects fast, but reads long. They should have gotten back to me at 60 days.
That’s good. I need to believe that’d good.
I have to believe that my novel is standing for itself… That it’s good enough… That someone at the publisher loves it as much as I do.
But what now?
Do they have to convince someone else? Are there other editors with books they love, and they are all lobbying for their favorite to fit into a pre-determined schedule?
I said it once (maybe twice) and I’ll say it again.
This just doesn’t get any easier.