A couple of days ago, I received an email response to my query letter emailed to a publisher, re-presenting my novel, Passage of Promise, via a blurb, to them.
I’d sent them a query last year in March, and their editor said it had promise (I know… great pun, but it wasn’t intended, I’m sure :D), and to work on my story and resubmit it later.
This current email requested a synopsis and the first thirty pages of my manuscript. Yea!
I got it out to them the next afternoon, with a LOT of help from my editor (polished my synopsis and formatted my document for the publisher to read). She’s invaluable!
They answered me a couple hours later to confirm they received my attached documents and would get back to me as soon as they could. They also wished me a blessed Nativity. In return I thanked them for this opportunity and wished them the same.
Now, I wait.
A few of my friends I told this to were anxious for me, telling me I must be on “pins and needles” waiting to hear. Actually, I’m quite calm, doing all right.
This whole process… the fact that they wanted to see samples of my work… is a blessing in its own.
I will understand if I don’t hear anything until after the New Year because of the upcoming holidays.
If they respond before the holidays, and my work is accepted, it’ll be the biggest, most exciting Christmas present I’ve gotten in years.
This whole process has been surreal and thrilling. Whatever happens, I know my work is worth something. Worth a lot. My writing is a gift from God.
A Season of Blessings. What Joy.