It was almost exactly a year ago that I began to write the novel Red Hands. Today, just a few days over a year later, I’ve received interest for the very same manuscript from a small, yet prestigious publisher.
It’s not a book deal, it’s not even talk of a book deal, but it is a request to read more, which is something that I had not prepared myself for. I had prepared myself for flat-out rejection. Straight away. Either that or just no response at all.
Less than two business days after submitting it for consideration, I’ve heard back. Regardless of whether or not something eventually comes from this small interaction, it’s been a significant boost. For the first time in a long time, I’m allowing myself to hope (ever so slightly).