January is nearly over and I still haven’t heard from either the publisher or the literary agency who requested full copies of my manuscript. I knew this process would be slow and I know that no answer is better than a solid “no” at this point, but I’m starting to answer calls from unrecognized numbers, hoping that it’s good news, and if you know me well, you know I’M ON PINS AND NEEDLES HERE AND BEGGING FOR A LITTLE MERCY.
I’ve already begun planning my next big rewrite, assuming that this first round of querying is a bust.
But there’s hope, yet.
So, back to reading short stories by Ted Chiang, who’s rocking my face right off.