The LONG Weekend

The way I’m dragging this series out, we’ll reach Selling My Debut Novel: Part MCVII, so I’m changing the titling to better reflect the post.

Friday & Saturday, October 18-19

So began the weekend of waiting. Publisher A might come in with their offer Monday and Publisher B might as well.

The doubts rush in. What if the people from Pub. A changed their minds? A verbal offer isn’t legally binding. Maybe they’ll never actually submit a written offer.

And what does it really mean I passed editorial at Pub. B? What an ego I have to think that translates into an offer!

Then … what if BOTH companies make a written offer? How will I choose? Pub. A was the first to be willing to pay money–real American currency–for my story. I feel a tug of loyalty to them. But Pub. B has never published a book I haven’t loved. Their fiction selection is more focused than Pub. B’s. Maybe my book would be a better fit with them.

Wishy-washy. Back and forth. Scared of getting no offers. Scared of getting two offers. (Though willing to be fought over after nine years of rejection!) High with excitement, bracing for a low when something doesn’t work out.

Finally, I put it in God’s hands and ask Him to choose for me.