I was fine. I sent off my manuscript, content and perfectly patient, just eager for my hot reunion with the Internet after a two month separation.
Well, things have cooled off a bit with poor ol’ Internet and I’m becoming anxious. I’ve begun doing math — AND I NEVER DO MATH.
June 15th is the golden date. That’s nine days. Three sets of three days. Two sets of four and a half days. 216 hours. 12 960 minutes.
Okay, I’m not that exact in my math.
The point is, the day is soon enough to start worrying about, but too far to be comforting. I basically plan to spend the next nine days twiddling my thumbs and running through all kinds of scenarios.
Will they like it? Enough to publish it? Will they want to publish it but want to change it? A lot? How much? How much is too much? And if they reject it (which I’m actually fine with. I just hate waiting) should I change something before sending it off again? Make the ending more definite and not a cliff-hanger? And what if *gasp* my characters are two-dimensional and my plot is flat? Did I drag out Arden’s time in Naphiring too long? Do I even have a climax? *bigger gasp* WHAT IS MY CLIMAX? I DON’T REMEMBER! And the more I think, the more I forget. *GASP* I SPELT CAVALRY WRONG! HOW DID I MANAGE THAT?! WHAT IF —
Jeez, Libby, what’s your problem? You’re normally so calm and collected.
CALM? HOW CAN I BE CALM? I SPELT CAVALRY WRONG!
Take a breath, woman. You’re fine. It’s not the end of the world.
BUT WHAT IF IT IS? WHAT IF SOUTH FERIN INVADES THE NORTH AND KILLS ILEX AND TAMSIN AND TRISTAN AND ARDEN AND EVERYONE?
Well, you have complete control over that, don’t you?
WHAT D’YOU — Oh, yeah, I guess you’re right. I do.
And besides, what is it that you’re always boasting about?
Let them grumble. That’s how it is going to be.
Exactly. So why do you care? They’re either going to accept it (you’ll get published) or reject it (send it to another publisher).
…I guess I don’t. I – I’m just being —
Well, it’s not your fault. Except for the fact that your story sucks.
WSKFUWNKJDFH KASFBWIO ERUFHQW839R 2Y1HCSDHBFIAWEU?!?
Haha, calm down, Libby. I was kidding.
Why don’t we go brainstorm the sequel? Keep your mind off things.
I was thinking that we should base the king of South Ferin on Edward VI.
*Scratches head* He wasn’t particularly diabolical; I didn’t think he was evil enough to base the King on.
He did execute two of his uncles.
Touché. Alright, I agree.
I knew you would.
That’s ’cause I am you.
*Sigh* I’m getting a headache. Sorry, we’re getting a headache. Let’s go brainstorm.
*Skips off into the woods with a pad of paper and pen*