It’s funny how the publishing business works.
A few short sentences can make your day or be a total downer.
If it’s a request for a full manuscript or an offer of a contract, it’s like the clouds have parted for your own personal rainbow. If it’s a rejection, it can feel like your dog just died.
I still remember when I received my email from OakTara with a contract offer. I glanced down at my phone while at work, saw the Chief Editor’s name, and froze. When I reached the end of the email, I jumped out of my office chair with a loud WAHOO.
All of a sudden, revisions and editing weren’t so hard. I didn’t care anymore that I’d revised the book six times. I could do it ten more times!
Life had been breathed into the work of my heart.
My editor at OakTara has been in and out of the hospital for the last few months, so it felt a bit like my project went dark. I focused on book two and prayed for her recovery (not with any connection to my work). But over time it’s easy to lose that jolt of excitement and doubt yourself. I’ve been dreading writing a transitional scene and felt a bit bogged down the last few weeks.
Today, I got another one of those adrenaline-injecting emails. She was back at work and excited to start on my project.
It’s strange. That scene doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. I think I could knock out thirty thousand words this week if I had the time.
Isn’t this business crazy? And I thought musicians were emotional.