This morning, after I drink a motivating pot of Postum, and I've taken a few deep breaths, I will put my baby (well, a query letter and the first 50 pages) into the mail, to submit to my dream publisher.
Unfortunately, they do everything by snail, and it will be 8-10 weeks for a response from them. So, we're looking at, roughly, the first week of NOVEMBER at the earliest, that I would hear from them.
Eight weeks of nail-tearing torture. I say tear, only because I never BITE...I tear them off. Yeah, it's still a bad habit. My cuticles, however, look fabulous.
Hopefully my query letter was kick-butt enough. I think it captures the essence of the novel. So, we'll see!
I have to mow the lawn today. Hubby has been mowing it, so it's been nice. But don't worry, I've found yet ANOTHER reason why I'm rubbish at lawn care.
I thought I'd be all clever and run around spot-spraying the weeds in our side yard. So, I got the weed killer, and very carefully shot just a little into the middle of each weed. THEN I read the label:
"Do not use this product to spot-treat weeds in lawns, as it is a GRASS KILLER as well as a weed killer."
I haven't said one word. I'm waiting for Hubby to see the sideyard and freak out. The weeds ARE dying, though...
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5 comments:
Good luck! I'm crossing my fingers for you!
Best of luck! I'm confident this is "the one."
Give yourself a day or two off, and then start another book. That's the best way to quiet the submission nerves.
"The weeds ARE dying, though..."
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Awesome! That's all that matters, right?
Count me in as having my fingers crossed for your submission.
Fingers crossed.
Trim your nails short, open a new file, type, "Chapter One." Those eight weeks will FLY BY.
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