We all go through it. You submit your manuscript/proposal and then you wait. And wait. And you hope. And you hope some more.
Then you wait. And wait. And... well, you get it. Heck, you've lived it.
Funny, even after you sell, even after your first/second/whatever book comes out, it doesn't change. You're always waiting. And hoping.
Those two ladies, Wait and Hope, are the ugly stepsisters of publishing. They have a cousin, Faith, who keeps us writing, but I think we spend more time with the sisters. Or maybe more angst. I mean, if we have Faith in our writing, that's a good thing. She's comforting. She's always around in a you-can-do-this kind of way. Of course, her little brother Doubt shows up every so often to yank her hair, but then he gets banished to the corner for a time-out (for a long time, hopefully [Damn! There she is again!]) and Faith brings you chocolate.
Right now I'm in the waiting stage. The ARCs of Wild Blue Under have gone out. I met a few of the reviewers at National who were waiting (some not-so-patiently which is lovely to hear) to get their copies so they can see what happens.
I'm waiting for their reactions. I had the luxury (if you want to call it that) of having entered In Over Her Head in an online contest and seeing people's comments. I received something like 800+ comments on the first ten thousand words, so I knew that most people liked it. I was surprised by the puns they came up with for their comments ("A finny, I mean, funny..." "You reeled me in!" "I'm hooked!") and was thoroughly blown away by such positivity. Those sentiments carried through on the reviewers' comments once the book came out.
But Wild Blue Under hasn't been through that kind of feedback process. Oh, sure, the people who've seen it in its editing form love it, so I have high hopes for the reviews, but still... I'm waiting and hoping.
And now I want the chocolate...