At 9:38pm I received a reply - not one of the stupid automated replies that most publishers send out telling you they will reply within six months and if you don't hear from them you should e-mail them.
This one was a real reply from a real person named Lyle. All of my life my dream has been to be a published writer and I often wondered what the moment would be like when a publishing company actually took an interest in my work.
The reply sent was simple, "Wow. Send me your
full manuscript." I gladly licked the orange Doritos dust off of my fingers and sent the full manuscript. For the next seven days I told everyone I knew and
even some people I didn't know that a publisher asked for my full manuscript. I repeated the moment over and over in my mind and even questioned his reply.
Was it a "Wow" this is really awful I want the
full manuscript so I can teach other writers what not to do or was it an honest "Wow" meaning that he was really impacted by it? It didn't matter, he said "Wow" and that was my new favorite word.
On October 3rd at 8:45am I received an e-mail stating the publishing company wanted to make me an offer. And I know what you are thinking right about now, WTF it only took ten days?!
Yep, only ten days. Not six months and not a year and not a million rejections.
After that I had to e-mail the other fifteen
publishers I had submitted to so I could let them know that I had been offered a book deal. That's procedure in the writing world. I was professional about it as I didn't want to burn any bridges but it was really difficult not to write, "Nanner, nanner I was offered a book deal and you missed your chance." I expected them to reply, "Wow, congratulations" or something to that effect but
they didn't reply at all and I didn't really care.
The situation wasn't quite right though as I expected to be rejected a multitude of times in the next six months, that's just how it is in the writing world. To expect anything less would be foolish. I had written the story, edited one time and sent it off. It was a painless experience. I wasn't desperate, I wasn't begging to be published and I hadn't looked into "self-publishing" as many
people do when they are rejected a multitude of times. Did I pay my dues, was I ready for this, did I deserve this?
Hell yes I paid my dues and hell yes I was ready but I still felt and still feel guilty. And that is why I decided to begin driving the Book-Writing-Express bus. I'm currently at your stop with the door open. Hopefully you will jump on and join me as I think this is going to be a long, interesting ride and I could use a friend or two to help keep me company.