Once Labor Day weekend draws to a close, the world of publishing will be coming to life like a cranky old grandpa shaking off his afternoon nap.
Or maybe like a newborn babe, wide eyed and beaming, excited to face whatever’s new.
I’m hoping for the latter.
I realize I’m jumping ahead in my story a bit, but my novel is on sub now, and I do wonder what the future will hold.
The wonderful writer Joshilyn Jackson once was kind enough to answer an email I sent her. (More on such emails another time.) She called submission a special kind of hell. It’s true if hell is being totally out of control, filled with hope, fear, and anxiety, counting on a dream that may not come true.
Or is that just life?
Weigh in with your own sub stories, please.
And here’s to the end of a beautiful summer!