I’m not sure I can even bring myself to write this … hours later, I’m still in shock.
I got a packet in the mail today–the proposal I sent out a week and a half ago, all nice and neat in the self-addressed, stamped manila envelope I’d included with it. Aha, I thought, that rejection didn’t take as long as I figured it would. Things were kind of busy as I collected mail and herded people in the house and started settling in, but finally I made myself open the envelope.
Yes, there was my proposal … and a letter, asking for the full manuscript.
Despite how bad the market looks … despite the rejections I’ve seen my friends receive lately … apparently mine has “something” that he hopes just might make it …
Of course, he has yet to read the whole story. But … I’m deeply humbled and awed that I’ve made it this far, after everything.
Baruch HaShem … as always. o/