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...
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