Tuesday marks the deadline I set when I last submitted my novel. So far I have sent it to two literary agencies without reply. I don’t know if it’s better not to hear, or if it would be better to receive a rejection. Any which way the news certainly isn’t positive so I am already turning my attention to my next target.
It’s inevitable that I am asking myself a lot of questions, and that some part of is quietly concerned that perhaps my novel isn’t good enough and I am just a ridiculous dreamer. On a positive note I find myself a lot less anxious than I was a month ago. I believe I have come to terms with the fact that this process if going to be lengthy.
I am much more anxious for November 1st to come around so I can get started on my next project. I have a rough idea that I am toying with in my head. I am eager to get started. So eager that I wouldn’t be surprised if one of these days my brain explodes. I am quietly confident that I can produce a novel in 30 days. The only thing which worries me is that 50,000 words may well be a little on the short side.
The November project is keeping my mind occupied. I am no longer concerning myself with the future. About the only thing which has changed is that recently I have started wondering exactly how strong my submissions are. If my cover letters are too stiff and formal. If they actually say anything about me at all. I have reached the conclusion that I would rather fail honestly, therefore I shall try a different approach with my next submission. Wish me luck.