I’ll start slowly. I spent Monday and Tuesday at a training course. Boring yes, but not only did it get me out of the office for two days, it reminded me of a freedom that some people are lucky enough to experience everyday (without the worry of money) and provided great inspiration for some short stories.
My brand new armchair arrived a whole week early and I love it.
And the big news?
I have spent the last month or so fretting over my novel, Silver. Is the plot enough? Is the structure ok? Is the character development enough? Is it well written? Shall I lock it away in a drawer and completely forget about it?
In April I submitted it to two small publishing houses before the paranoia set in and I decided to wait a little while. I assumed the publishing houses would reject it. After all, all I’ve ever had are rejections and not even many of those as I haven’t submitted my work to many people. I’ve been so scared about putting my work out into the world.
So on Wednesday morning I walked down the stairs to get breakfast, checking my phone as I went. I had e-mail. I have spam e-mail each morning so I went in to delete them. And there it was, an e-mail from one of the publishing houses.
Hurrah! I thought. My first rejection for Silver. I wondered if it would have anything other than ‘no thanks’, maybe I could print this one off and frame it.
It wasn’t a rejection.
It was a request for the full manuscript.
So not an acceptance, yet, but definately not a rejection either!
Even if they don’t accept Silver, I won’t be completely distraught. I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have gotten this far, this quickly. I can’t begin to tell you the boost of self esteem this has given me. Maybe Silver isn’t that bad after all! And since that e-mail, I haven’t stopped writing.