Right, so I’m back from the wilds of Ohope. Had a thoroughly lovely time and did not think about the manuscript – no, not once. But now I’m back with the PoD (Phone of Doom) and the IoD (Inbox of Despair), both of which were silent as the grave. Wish I was back in Ohope again!
In the meantime I have been thinking of ways to explain to people just how hard getting published is. Mainly because the one question I keep being asked is ‘So, are you published yet?’, like it’s a diet you keep meaning to start or a place you keep meaning to go. Yes, I say to them, how slack of me to be trying full time for a year to get published and haven’t managed to do so yet. How incredibly slow and dull.
I’ve thought that perhaps one of the best ways to describe it is telling people that getting a manuscript accepted is like applying for the Best Job in the World. You have a position that 50 thousand people apply for, and you have to be the one out of all those 50 thousand who has that something special that makes you right for the job.
Now, I don’t know how many manuscripts M&B get a year and it may not be 50 thousand but that’s the best equivalent I can come up with. So now I tell people that where I am now is kind of like making the shortlist but they’re still considering my appropriateness for the job.
Of course it means that if I don’t get the job, I’ll have to begin the process all over again!
Anyway, better get my contest entries in before the deadline. What’s everyone else doing?