So what is the proper amount of time to wait, waste until faced with the harsh reality that the editor you submitted to thinks your work is shit? According to Avon Impulse it is a irritating three months. Three months of waiting, but for what? Well an acceptance of course. Still is it insane to value a rejection almost as much? I don't refer to the wait around, unable to submit that particular work to another firm until it has been freely dismissed, insert term "painfully ignored" here, I mean the potential of receiving feedback. Why do I suck? Is it my query? Did my query hold up only to have my actual novel dissipate any hope of my being a justifiable author? Could it be my lack of professional expertise? You see I can remedy the first two, but the latter is inevitably out of my scope of control. How does one get street cred as an author? What does it take to go from a simple figure hovering over a keyboard writing to stay the unstable demons of my mind to being a bona fided writer? How does one earn that coveted R? I look on with frustration, stumbling to go from a person that writes to a writer. If someone is blessed with this sacred knowledge by all means radiate your intelligence on me! Short of having to shank a librarian I am all about gaining my literary stripes.
Sadly, Avon Impulse will not grace me with a letter of disgrace. No Dear John, you are not editorially viable, your verbally stunted and you tend to use the term fuck a tad too often and offensively. Nope I will receive none of that, sigh. So now I just wait out my time, praying to get bought, peddling my literary goods. I will not fall, I will spend the next two and half months waiting peacefully, centering my chi and writing my ass off! I am waist deep into novel two and mentally arranging several more. Viva la Inspiration!
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