The Manuscript is off and away.  As I understand it, the editor should have it in her hands right now, although I doubt she’s even taken time to look at it yet, with it being the holidays and all.  I know I wouldn’t take time to do work when I was with family for Christmas.

So I wait, and I pray, and I hope.  This is by far the best opportunity I’ve had thus far.  I keep telling myself, “This is it.  This is the break I need.  She’s going to call me or email me and tell me she wants to publish this book.  This is it.  I’m on my way.”

But I’ve said that every other time I’ve tried and been turned away.  So now I wait to see, hoping with all of my heart and soul, but also trying to be prepared for the possible rejection.

I thought about it earlier this week, and I realized that some where along  the line, my mindset changed.  For the longest time, I never doubted that I would be published.  It was only a matter of time.  But these days, in  the farthest corners of my mind, I’ve decided the opposite is true, that I’ll never be published.  I’ll try and try and die before it happens.

Well, I’ve put a stop to that sorry line of thought!  I will not think that way.  I will be published.  It is going to happen.

The question is: what will I do when I hear  that I am going to be a published author?  Hell, I’m liable to have a heart attack.  I think I’ll have a time of stunned disbelief.  I just won’t be able to accept that it’s true, that I really did it.

If you’re reading this, please keep your fingers crossed, and say a prayer for me, if that’s your way.  I need a Christmas Miracle.