A publisher has expressed an interest in one of my novels. After the initial Yippee and dance around the room, I am now left waiting by my laptop and the phone, hoping they will get in touch.
They say no news is good news, but sometimes I wonder. Being a writer is to be full of doubts, to knock yourself down and continually ask, ‘am I good enough?’
I would love this publisher to take on my book because I believe they are bringing out the kind of books that people will enjoy reading.
Hopefully the next time I mention them it will be to say they've given me a most emphatic yes. But, if they don't. I won't give up. I will still keep on writing on toilet paper when I go to the loo. I will write on bus and train tickets, on menus and napkins.