Mail {Five Minute Friday}
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It’s nice that some things still arrive by mail. Of course, I wish other things wouldn’t.
Every once in a while I receive some mail that causes me to look at the envelope with a furrowed brow. Oddly enough, it always takes me a few minutes to recognize my own writing — my own name and address written with my own right hand. Once I realize it though, I bite my lip and my heart skips a beat. It’s a response from a publisher.
Usually it was a good six months ago that I sent the proposal. I’ve mostly forgot.
The last time a letter arrived from a publisher, though, it was the same day I had worked on finding and sending proposals to a several more publishers. (I’m trying to get a children’s book published — a snowboarding tale I wrote several years ago. I’m afraid my boys will outgrow it before I ever find a publisher.)
I ripped open the envelope, and it started… “We regret to inform you…” Another letter that kindly suggests that it isn’t my writing that’s the problem, but they just don’t have room for my suggested book.
I’ve learned to look this mail, though. It’s not good news, but it’s acknowledgement. Most publishers don’t even respond, so a letter back is a good day at the mailbox.
Hi Denise. Thanks for sharing. It’s hard when these disappointments keep coming. Please keep writing and hang onto that gritty hope – loved that phrase from one of your other posts. Will be doing some more reading on your blog.
visiting from #77 at FMF.
Thanks so much! I’m always trying to hang onto gritty hope. It means a lot that you would take the time to read my blog. Thank you!
If I ever get around to publishing, my mail will be sent to my in-laws house since I am overseas. I’ll just tell them to call if I get a good one! Ha!
Seriously though, it’s brave what you are doing! I hope you find the right fit for you!
Haha! I like that idea – a middle man!