So, on Monday I got a request for my full manuscript and the euphoria could not have been greater. I thought I needed to vomit, dance, pee and repeat. I didn’t want to eat because I was just too excited for food (great weight loss idea btw). I celebrated with my husband who was working from home that day and while I couldn’t eat, he was more than happy to make up for both of us (it’s what makes him happy people!). It was a great day and I was appropriately excited and hopeful about what it would bring.
Now it’s Thursday and I’ve gotten about 4-6 rejections since then. No partial requests, certainly no fulls. Not even, “Hey, keep your head up champ. We know you’re great but we’re just too busy at this time to take on your obviously fabulous book.” But such is life. Certainly the life of an aspiring published author because I can now with great assurance call myself a writer, just not a published one yet.
These emotional highs and lows of Himalyan proportions are to be expected. I spent months and months researching the submission process and so, intellectually, I know all of this is to be expected. But some days you just need to take a break, take a breather and regroup. I plan to take time this weekend with my family and get ready to face a new week all over again come Monday.
All this said, I wouldn’t change it for anything. I may have realized much later than I wanted what I really wanted to do with my life, but at least I did before it was too late. Btw, I’m not 102 and just now discovering my writer skills. I’m only in my early 30s, but with today’s youth-obsessed culture, it can feel like 102.
Anywho, in closing and summary and conclusion, it’s been a productive week, an emotional week and thankfully it’s almost near its end.