I can’t believe it.
I’ve been working on a book project, off and on, for more than two years. Actually, the research for it started four years ago, so I guess I could say that I’ve been working on it for four years, but that’s depressing so I’ll stick with “more than two”.
Yesterday* was a monumental day for me in this process, because after working intensely for weeks on getting a spiffy and oh-so-professional proposal done**, I finally got it in the mail. To more than one publisher.
I have told some people IRL what the book is about, but don’t yet feel like I should put it out here on the Scrawl. Suffice it to say, this book combines several of the things I love the most in the world. Oh yeah, and I can tell you that it’s non-fiction. You can be absolutely certain that as soon as I feel like I can, I will be shouting all about it in this space.
I have given myself until New Year’s Eve to finish the book. Can I do it? Absolutely. Will I? Man, I hope so. I’m sure going to try my best!
It is my hope upon hope that I will get a positive response from one of the publishers. I am no dummy; I am well aware of the rejection rate for writers and books. (or articles, or whatever.) However, I absolutely, without a doubt, know that there is a need for this book. Not only is there a hole in the market that this book can fill, but it’s full of great information, it’s fun, it has a darn cute title and…and…and…I’m mostly confident (with a dash of realism) and have hope for a “Yes.”
I want this, badly. I am saying it out loud. I want it.
My sister lives by the idea that you have to ask for what you want in life.
And so I’m asking. Who? The universe. The powers that be. Anyone who can have a hand in a publisher thinking that they need my book in their catalog, that’s who I’m appealing to.
Pray? Sure. In Judaism we don’t really pray for things like this directly; I wouldn’t pray to G-d to get my book published. Rather, I’d pray to G-d to give strength, knowledge and wisdom to the publishers who will be receiving my proposal: the strength, knowledge, and wisdom to see that there is indeed room for my book out there.
So that’s what I’m doing. I’m also keeping my fingers crossed. I’m also trying to mentally send good vibes to the publishing houses, like blowing a late-season dandelion so the seeds scatter, then sway and float in mid-air before landing.
Of course, I’m quite nervous now that the “chicks have flown the coop”. It’s terrifying to put a piece of myself out there for judgement, but to get anywhere as a writer, you have to. When you write (or produce any sort of art, really: movies, sculpture, paintings, etc.), you have to be brave and strong and try not to care that people are naturally going to rip you apart. Of course the critics don’t mean anything personally, but any negative comments about a book, an article, a blog post, well, they ARE personal, because all of those things come straight from the heart of the writer, via the keyboard.
But I’m willing to risk it, because I want this.
If you can do me a favor, because I can use all the help I can get, I’d eternally appreciate it. (I know, I just asked you to vote for me the other day, but this is on a totally different level. This is a much higher priority favor!) Please, whether you pray, meditate, cross body parts, repeat mantras, carry good luck charms, whatever: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do that on my behalf, with my book in mind.
I promise I’ll let you know if I get good news. (Should I say “WHEN I get good news”? That feels egotistical.)
This could be the best thing ever. Yesterday, I might have put the wheels in motion for a major life change. I’m ready for it.
*Yeah, yesterday was Friday the 13th. Brave, aren’t I? Though I’m not normally superstitious, I was considering waiting to mail them until today. When my printer ink ran out just AFTER I finished printing everything I needed, I decided that was sign enough that the 13th or not, those babies were going into the mail.