All right, so it’s been confirmed, my manuscript is off to Harlequin Special Edition.
There is no looking back. No second-guessing. I will not torture myself with doubt. It’s gone and I know I’ve done the best I could.
This manuscript was one that affected me on so many levels. I loved it, the characters, the story. I love the little town, the secondary characters that seem so real to me, and most of all my hero and heroine, Jake and Claire. They both made me cry-and I’m not a crier. I hope that’s a good sign.
Claire is the quirky, smart, heroine I humiliated…and I cringed when I made her relive the pain of her past. And Jake was the ultimate hero, a guy that seemed rough and indifferent on the outside but who was a complete sweetheart on the inside. He ends up having to prove to Claire that he is the man that she needs, and he has to prove that to himself as well. I feel like they are characters that truly changed, that went on a journey together and became stronger people in the end.
So, as much as I loved this book, its fate is not in my hands.
Maybe that’s one of the hardest things about submitting-knowing that once it’s gone, someone else may decide that it’s just not quite good enough. Ouch! Ah,the pain of rejection. Well, I’ll save that thought for another post…or posts.
There is really nothing to do but work on your next manuscript, drink a little (or a lot) of wine, continue to improve your craft, complain to your friends and maybe…dream that one day that “Call” will come…