Silly me, stupid fortune cookie. It said look for good news on the new moon. That was yesterday. But I didn’t get a letter, and no one called to say Donte was the best book they ever read, they want to buy it and can I write another one really fast?
I know it was unreasonable. And I didn’t actually expect it. I was just kind of–you know–hoping.
This is horrible. If it were on a slush pile somewhere, that would be one thing. You’ve got to have incredible luck to get over the transom sending in unsolicited manuscripts. I’ve read accounts of “first readers” who read one sentence, and if they didn’t love it, it was the Hell of Circular Filing for the manuscript and the Hell of the Form Letter for the writer’s dreams. I know that, and I would expect to have to keep trying that way. Hell, DAW rejected me back in December, and my response was to sit down and write Donte.
But this…there is an actual human being who knows her stuff, reading or not caring to read my manuscript. She is a friend of a friend, she definitely asked my friend to tell me to send my work, she will pay attention to it. She got it last Monday. Not much time, I know. But DAW had already rejected me by now.
Argh. Purgatory sucks.