So yesterday was my (re)scheduled call with the editor that I met way back when at a writing conference in April. We’ve been going back and forth with my book proposal, her requesting a little change here, a little change there…oh, and a preferred commitment of 4,000 pre-sold books.
Needless to say, while I did my best, it is extremely difficult to convince people to buy 4,000 copies of a book that isn’t even written yet. Go figure. But I held out hope, and she kept pushing on her end.
We had settled on 4:00 for the call, for which she was to call me. I had Ben home, the baby asleep and girls locked in the basement playing…and I waited.
At 4:30, when I thought I literally might lose my mind, I decided to send her a friendly reminder email, just in case she had forgotten/been ambushed by work/attacked by a pack of wolves. As soon as I hit “send” that pesky little newborn of mine woke up demanding to be fed.
I quickly snatched the baby from Ben, settled in the office by my phone and got Jacob latched on.
And then the phone rang.
And then both girls burst into the office, fighting over what was apparently the noisiest and most obnoxious toy contained in our household.
Somehow Ben remained oblivious to all of this, forcing me ignore this senior editor’s greetings, place the phone on mute, and scream at him at the top of my lungs.
In the end, we had a brief, but promising conversation. It boiled down to this:
They rejected my book.
Ok, ok, so that wasn’t the promising part. While I was disappointed, of course, I am excited about the prospect that lies ahead. It just so happens that this particular editor is also a freelance agent for Ave Maria Press and has secured a spot to present my book on August 2nd.
To this cradle Catholic, a book deal with Ave Maria Press would be kind of a big deal. I really feel like this could be the one, so if you can spare a moment, please say a prayer that they will accept my book!
And in other news, I am guest posting today over at Living on Love–go check it out!