Well, as some of you may know, I’ve been waiting for word from an editor at a small publishing house that had my manuscript. I’d been scoped this summer from an on-line writer’s conference and asked to send the entire story.
Yes, I got word a few days ago.
How did I know an email message would not bring good news? You’ve no idea how often I prayed for my damn cell phone to ring – not chirp to notify I had mail?
Thanks for submitting, the editor said, but they didn’t feel strongly enough about my manuscript.
I was a professional and you would all be so proud. I hit the reply button and sent a formal thank you, all kind and gracious for them taking a look at my book. I was a good girl, even though they addressed my rejection-form email to “Kathlin”. I didn’t smirk and say, Kathlin is the main character of my book – something you would’ve known if you’d read the manuscript. I didn’t say, you had my manuscript for 3 and 1/2 months and can’t give me feedback? I didn’t say how disappointed I was or frustrated with the publishing process.
No, I held my head high, sent that missive on its merry way, emotionlessly worded, penned by the editor in my head that says “don’t burn any bridges.”
But I did sign my name.
And now she knows I’m not Kathlin.
As so many of you are choosing to self-publish, I would love to create a post, highlighting your endeavors. Would you send me information: date available, whether e-reader or hard cover and pertanent links to my facebook page? You can find it on my sidebar.
When one of us succeeds, we all succeed.