Momentous. I’m sitting here listening to Randy Bachman, feeling somehow empty and exhilarated at the same time. I just emailed the memoir manuscript to the editor who’d expressed an interest in seeing it.
It was just too absurd and difficult to be dealing with this currently catastrophic renovation, still issues with my aunt’s estate, everything else, and trying to write too. My office is nearly uninhabitable, and so is the house; it was time to push the thing out. So, after many weeks of work already, I spent the whole weekend on the manuscript, sitting here till the bum fell asleep, as usual. And finally, with trembling hand and heart, I just hit Send.
I am sure – yes, I’m sure – that it’s not right for this editor of a big, majorly prestigious mainstream publishing house. But I hope that she’ll perhaps help to steer me to the right place. And in the meantime, I can celebrate New Year’s Eve without my beloved millstone.
From my past life, a student just wrote:
Just busting at the seams to tell you that The Globe and Mail’s “First Person” has accepted my submission. Wow, happy happy is me. Thank you for your critique which was a huge help !!! Would have never happened had I not taken your course.