I got an e-mail the other day from an assistant to an editor I subbed to a YEAR AND TWO MONTHS ago, saying “we’re quite impressed by” the manuscript and “is it still available?” Wheeee!
I’d given up hope. I’d told
just a few weeks ago that I was in mourning, that it hurts so badly to have to write off a submission, sure that you’ll never hear back on it. But I did hear! I did, I did! Just when I’d given up hope.
So now on to the next phase of stressing because the assistant didn’t say they were offering me a contract. My read is that it was more like a preemptive inquiry, just to see if they should even take the time to fully consider it.
So I guess I’ll refrain from sending them my list of possible illustrators for now, right? ; )
In other news, I just completed the ninth revision of a picture book this weekend and sent it to my groupies for crit. (Okay, so they’re not MY groupies. It’s not like they follow me around or anything. More like I beg them to let me hang out with them so I can soak up all their wisdom.)
This is one of those frustrating picture books in rhyme that seemed like a great idea before I started the first draft. But then I wrote it, and it deteriorated into a sort of horrifying child against the sea kind of thing. So by draft number four, the little girl had become a anthropomorphized chicken. (Okay, so I can almost hear you saying this is not a good idea.) By draft number seven, there was lots of chicken humor and a new ending, but still a chicken who got trapped out in the water. I had to come up with a way to make the chicken willingly go in the water and take matters into her own hands. Smart, Savvy Agent liked draft number eight. But I still had a couple of peeps with the rhymes in some of the stanzas. So I plucked, and pruned, and preened and fussed and pecked. And I think my little chick is fully prepared to head out into that wide, wide ocean of submission.
I’ll get back to you when she comes up for air.