Book Booty Calls

Well, it’s official, my book is OUT ON SUBMISSION. As in submitted, to a real editor at a real publishing house! My agent, the wonderful and talented Susan Hawk, sent me a list last week of editors she thought might be interested in my book. Fourteen people, at fourteen publishing houses, some of which I had actually heard of! Fourteen people who could make a decision and take a dream that started when I was in third grade and make it a reality. No pressure, people, just read it at your leisure!

As I understand it, once the editors have had time to look it over, Susan will get back in touch with them. And if they don’t like it? I have no idea what happens. I assume she’ll send it to another group, perhaps a bit lesser known, and see if THEY bite. I imagine this process will continue until finally, it’s just my book and some dude in the basement of his mother’s house in Detroit, cranking up his mimeograph machine.

Whatever. At this point, my book is like a little sister I’ve lovingly raised, only to watch her run desperately from person to person, looking for someone, anyone to tell her they love her. If she does find someone willing to put a ring on her finger, I’ll celebrate her great fortune. And if she doesn’t, I’ll pick her up, dust her off and remind her that she was lovingly and wonderfully made. Despite what the literary world says, she was created for a purpose. Her purpose might just involve a mimeograph machine.