This is probably the deepest post I will ever write.
I’ve always seen my manuscript as my baby, but I’ve always wanted to get it out there, too. To have it see the big wide world, have people enjoy its company, unable to leave it alone for longer than a trip to the bathroom. Hell, take it to the bathroom with them!
I am so proud of and in love with my manuscript.
Now, I’ve always thought I’d be a bad mom because I’d be too over protective, not wanting to let my kid go out alone, even when they were old enough. I know this because I act the same way with my brothers. They’re 11 and 13 and the oldest is going out with friends and staying out for hours with them. it scares me. When they don’t come home on time, I start to worry and freak.
I’m feeling this way about my novel right now.
I still want to send my baby out there. I’ve made it awesome, now it’s time to be sent out there. I have the first round of query letters ready to send, but…
I’m afraid of my what will happen to my baby once I send those letters to the agents. The anticipation of whether they’ll like it or not. Whether they’ll want it or not.
Will they love it like I do?
Will they see the potential that I see in it?
What will happen?
That great unknown… The waiting through it for a reply.
I want them to love it!
I want them to see the wonderful that I see, that other’s have seen!
Time to do what my best friend said: “Take a breath and hit send.”
And then proceed to freak the freak out!