Okay, one proposal sent, and I just need to spiffy up a cover letter and tweak a few things to personalized the second. Whew... That's a relief.
Or is it?
Pressing the send button on my email proposal had to be one of the most gut-wrenching, anxiety-producing aspects of writing so far.
Consider this analogy. Completing a manuscript is like having a baby. The gestation period may vary from months to years, but once complete, is a joy. You count its fingers and toes, and check to see if it has a beginning, middle, and end. It's all yours and it even looks like you.
Sending out a manuscript is like sending your child off to kindergarten--alone--in a rough neighborhood. You hope it will be ok, but there's nothing you can do about it now--only pray that it doesn't pick up a biker boyfriend and return home covered in tattoos.
Okay, I have metaphor issues.
But there is now one more manuscript out there trying to make its way in the cruel world of agents and publishers. Auditioning, in a sense, trying to break into a competitive field with little opportunity for financial reward.
Does it even make sense?
Only to writers. And now on to the second book.