Who am I? First and foremost, I enjoy bashing my head against a wall.
Allow me to expound. I wrote my first historical romance manuscript while still in college. I sent it to multiple publishers; in a nod toward nostalgia and self-flagellation, I still have their form rejection letters tucked away in an old manila folder somewhere. Seventeen years and numerous manuscripts later, I was still submitting manuscripts that no one ever read, although the universal rejections had metamorphosed into much more efficient automated email responses. Ah, the march of progress!
And why did I continue to do this, you ask? Presumably I was concussed by this point, because I honestly don’t know. For years, family members had been saying, “Why don’t you self-publish?” My slightly defensive answer was always, “I will someday. But there’s one more agent I want to query.”
And so I continued. Bashing. My head. Against a wall.
Do you know the definition of insanity? Trying the same thing over and over again, but expecting a different result. I have officially decided to end the insanity. I have edited, and rewritten, and copy-edited, and rewritten again, and researched-researched-researched until there’s nothing left to do but launch my book baby out into the internet ether, to be loved or ignored, or some variation thereof.
It isn’t the first manuscript I wrote all those years ago, but it’s unquestionably my favorite. I hope it will become one of your favorites, too.