I should imagine that I’m not the only aspiring romance author who is feeling sick at this moment in time. Hands up all those who entered the Modern/Modern Heat writing contest! It’s a horrible feeling eh? Knowing a decision is being made, one that is all about your hopes and dreams, and knowing that you will have absolutely no control over it. Gah, it’s enough to make anyone reach for the bucket.
So why am I sick? Well, I didn’t enter the contest but I have heard that the lovely editor who is (un)fortunate enough to read my stuff is getting to my synopsis this week. So every morning I open my email program with huge amounts of trepidation. What I’m hoping for is a ‘yes, this might work if you change this, this and this’. What I’m terrified of recieving is ‘never on God’s green earth would we want to publish this tripe’. Because no matter how good we think our story is, the fact is that we don’t know until the editor says yes. I think my story is good, at least I really enjoyed writing it and it was certainly better than the last one. But who knows? There may be some kind of fatal flaw in it that I haven’t spotted.
Anyway, the annoying thing is that usually the best way to cope with these sick feelings is to write something but I can’t concentrate on writing anything at the moment. Grump. Grump. Perhaps taking Great Uncle Visa out for a little tootle round the shops is in order. Sadly he hasn’t recovered from the last pair of NTAI shoes I bought so maybe I’ll have to go easy on him.
So, what do other people do to when they don’t want to think about what’s going down over in Richmond?