Here we go....




I'm not going to lie, I've been spending an extraordinary amount of time at my computer today. Like now - what - it's after 10:00 p.m. and I should be going to bed. I've been at this final bit for the past 10 hours. But I can't relax yet. I'm too giddy.

This week was the week that I felt like I was ready to put this project out in the world... and I have done so much work. Book proposals aren't just sending out a pristine manuscript - nuh-uh...they have comparative book analyses and lengthy pitches on why your book deserves a shot at the shelf. 

We have got a lot going on behind the scenes here, and while we (I have two co-writers!) await a few more professional reviewer's comments, we are close enough that we can pitch this baby out the window to the world.

Of course, this is when all my self-doubt kicks in. We can only send three of the twenty chapters for a start - gosh - how can I choose? I sent four. I couldn't decide. What if I should have sent chapter eight and not ten? I'm going to have to hope they were the right ones. Technically, if I did a good enough job, they should all be the right ones. Right? Ugh.

I start thinking about all the famous writers who were rejected the first time - J.K. Rowling (10xs) the author of Gone with the Wind (over 40xs) blah blah blah.... It starts with one. I'm mentally preparing myself for what - maybe, ten rejections? It's packaged, and the publisher notes that a proposal review can take up to twelve weeks before you get a rejection (ahem...reply, Stephanie - stop that).

Please cross your fingers that we get some good feedback....before we have to start proposal #2. Here. We. Go.....

- Stephanie


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