Writing. It’s a business where you fall in love with something with all your heart and have to try to find that one other person who feels the same way. The dream editor.
Good luck, you say.
If that’s not enough to make one batty, we have those long stretches of silence when, after having crafted a query letter, synopsis and bio, after having sent everything out the writer just waits. And waits. And waits.
But such is our business. At the moment, I have a short story and a novel out to editors. One editor is working on a timeline, she promised to get back to me in three months. The short story, however, is just out there in the ether, the sole evidence of it having departed being in the Sent folder of my email.
I understand editors are busy and they too have their own insecurities in placing the right story for their beloved readers, in answering to their own bosses, and perhaps advertisers.
And so I wait.
Of course I fill my time with writing and reading, but there is always that one question in the back of a writer’s mind: will they love the one thing I fell in love with as much as I do?