Well, I’m finally ready to do it. I think. I have a manuscript that’s just been sitting in my computer for the past two years. Just sitting there, doing nothing except calling my name and asking me what the heck do I think I’m doing.
While The Maverick & Miss Miller is being beta-read, I’ve been working on Wife For Hire, going through it one last time, tweaking a little bit here and there, fixing some issues…and I’m almost done. Almost. (And wonder of wonders, I still love the story and the characters). So, by the end of this week, I plan (fingers crossed) to submit it to a publisher.
It’s time. It’s actually past time. Not sure why I’ve been sitting on it so long…I finished it before the pandemic hit. Really, I have no excuses. I just…
Had several moments of self-doubt (all right, more than several…I think I’ve talked myself out of submitting more than I’ve talked myself into it). Some writers, I’ve heard, go through this. We hear these little voices in our heads (mine happens to sound a lot like Meryl Streep—think the character she played in The Devil Wears Prada). It’s not good enough or so the little voice says (or my personal favorite—this sucks). No one will want it (again, that darned voice…so cool, so patronizing, so steeped in contempt). You know, the whole litany in order to justify my procrastination.
BUT…I promised myself I would do it. What’s the worst that can happen? A publisher will say ‘No’. Seriously, that is the worst that can happen. And if it does, I’ll just move on to the next publisher. I’ll never know what Wife For Hire can do if I don’t submit so…I’m going to do it. I am (yes, I’m convincing myself as I write this). Really. I am.
On the other hand, what’s the best that can happen? A publisher will love it as much as I do. Let’s hope that’s the case.
Wish me luck!
Until next time, stay well, stay safe, and remember to spread kindness wherever you go.