While it would not be accurate to claim that I have fulfilled my New Year’s non-resolution, I have, as of this writing, sent out three or four submissions of Favored One both to literary agents and to publishers. I have a couple of other ones at the ready . . . but I still need envelopes. And, you know, postage. The ones that have gone out already are, naturally, e-submissions.
Here is the great news: I haven’t heard anything back yet.
You would not necessarily think that was good news unless you had previously sent e-queries and received almost instantaneous rejections, like I have. But I have, so at the moment, no news seems a lot like good news.
Back when I was trying to get Trees in the Pavement published, I got a super-nice rejection letter from the publishing arm of Cricket magazine. I still have it. Why, you ask, would I keep a rejection letter? It wasn’t my first rejection letter, so it’s not like I’m keeping it out of some weird masochistic nostalgia. It was, however, very thoughtful, personal and even complimentary. They wouldn’t publish it because of the overt religious content, but they kept it for three months trying to decide about it. That letter gave me hope. It let me know I had a good book to offer, and if I could just find the right venue for it, it would, indeed, be published. And so it was. (Wanna buy one?)
Then again, there was also the time I sent the requested Favored One manuscript and never heard anything back at all. Maybe it got lost. I don’t know. After a year, I finally admitted to myself I wasn’t going to get an acceptance or a rejection letter, but by then it seemed too late to contact anyone to find out if they had received my submission, and I just decided that they must be one of those publishing houses that doesn’t bother to contact the author they have decided not to publish.
I guess there’s a fine line. If there’s no wait at all, that’s not a good sign. There’s not even time for a sign. On the other hand, if the wait is too long, well, as they say, Hope deferred makes the heart sick. We shall see, I guess, which kind of wait this one is. But for the moment I’m hopeful.
What are you waiting for?