I’m in for Lynne for a couple of weeks. Hello (again)
I’m in the middle of the waiting game. The manuscript for my new book is with my agent, awaiting her comments and suggestions. Make those changes, then on to the publisher. It’s the fifth in a series, but each time, on every single occasion a complete books goes off into the ether, I hold my breath.
A couple of people (including Lynne) have read it and offered comments and constructive criticism, all taken on board.
I suppose I’m not the only one who indulges in extended breath-holding with each new novel (and this is number nineteen or so). But it’s a very humbling exercise each time, like being a beginner, and that’s not always a bad feel. It stops me feeling jaded and keep me very much on my toes.
In a very (very!) strange way, I’ve come to relish the not knowing. That way, if the publisher wants the book, my sense of relief is much stronger. And, let’s face it, unless you’re a big-selling author, it’s never a foregone conclusion. You’re only as good as your last royalty statement.
Right, I’m going back to holding my breath. I’d be interested to know whether others suffer from the same fears. And maybe I’ll have a bit more to report next week…