Good job on keeping up with blog. Not. So...lots of happy things to report since my last entry. Ali signed me-yay! More revisions-boo! Then...more revisions-BOO! But now, I'm "done." Handed them in yesterday...hopefully on submish next week. For those not in the know, submish is Yiddish for submissions.
I have to give props to my agent who I now deem, Agent Awesome, because, well, she is. She's funny, insightful, understands my pain, tears, heartache, and she sends me funny emails with links that I won't give away on a public forum. Anyway, I got lucky. Incredibly lucky. If / when this blog is made public, I'll detail my road to publishing. I know I love reading these types of things, and I had a particularly bumpy ride....
How do I feel about going out on submission? Well, since I have no followers, no one cares. So I'll just write for myself--I'm scared as hell. And I'm feeling serious empty nest syndrome without my ms to fiddle with. Next week, I'll be a nervous wreck. Move over red wine...bring in the big guns. GREY GOOSE. Martinis. Many, please.
In any event--my college friend, Julie, once told me this was my favorite segue--it took over half a year from signing with an agent to going out on submission. It was arduous, daunting, horrifying--everything. But as much as I complained, my agent knows what she's doing. She pushed and as a result, my manuscript is ten times what it was when she signed me.
If I do get a sale, I'm sure I'll make this blog public. In the meantime, I'm giving myself a little pat on the back. Thanks for listening, Violet. You're welcome, Violet.
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