Hooray! You finished your masterpiece. Now what do you want to do with it?
Put it away?!
You can’t do that! You have to show it off. There are people waiting to read it. You worked hard to finish it, and it deserves some recognition.
Of course it does! Don’t argue with me!
As writers, we’re our own worst critics. We don’t think our work is good enough, so we bust our butts then hide it away in a drawer.
I felt the same way with my novel. I had too many emotions running through me at the same time. Excitement, fear, nerves, elation. The biggest one, however, was the “FEAR”. With that fear came the questions of doubt.
Is this really good enough? Will a publisher want it? Would anyone want to buy it? Are the members of my writing group being honest? What if? What if? What if?
The doubtful questions continue, thus mounting the fear. Then… suddenly… the biggest question hits you: should I even bother sending this out to a publisher?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Take a risk!
Close your eyes and jump!
Yeah, I know, easier said than done. Actually, sending my manuscript to a publisher was the hardest thing I ever did. I submitted via email, and I swear it took me 15 minutes to hit the send button. The doubts were rattling in my empty head again. It sounded a lot like Shakespeare, “to send or not to send? That is the question.” It was kinda weird, but that’s another article altogether.
Anyway, I closed my eyes and did it. Ok, so maybe my husband sat next to me and finally convinced me to send it. Oh all right, he hit send.
Well thank God for him because I may not have done it otherwise. I thought I was going to hyperventilate.
I am NOT exaggerating, well maybe a little, but it was a very traumatic moment for me. I came to realize that the fear was not of getting rejected. We writers all expect to get them; even the ‘greats’ got a bunch of them before hitting the big times. My fear was of getting accepted. I had no clue what to do if I got an acceptance letter instead of a rejection.
It’s crazy, I know, but so true. My family and friends thought I was insane, but until you experience it you have no clue.
Wow, this is dragging out. Are you all bored yet?
Three weeks pass and I am trying to keep my mind off my submission by keeping busy. Friday afternoon (April 2nd to be exact) I open my email to find a response from the publishing company.
Oh My God!
I was frozen with fear, but positive it was another “we’re sorry to inform you” letter.
I opened the email, read the first sentence, and started crying.
Hold your horses; I’m going to tell you what it said. Sheesh.
“I am happy to inform you that we are going to give Waves of Deceit the chance it deserves…”
Flooding tears of shock and joy! I called everyone who would listen, but couldn’t stop the crying part. What a big baby. Thank goodness I work from home cuz that spectacle would have been embarrassing.
So, the moral of my long story: there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
If I hadn’t taken that leap of faith I would still be wondering if I was good enough to make it in the world of the published.