I'm in the trenches again sending out queries...
And it's never ending. Not the amount of queries. The endless amount of little changes. Rethinking an adjective here or an em-dash there.
I’ve blogged about the never-ending editing process before. But if you haven’t seen it... Here it is again:
Daughters: Mom?
Nurse: She’s been like this for a while.
Daughters: What’s wrong with her?
Nurse: When she was brought in, she kept
Mumbling “Gotta keep editing.
Gotta keep editing.”
Daughters: What do you mean? Edit what?
Nurse: What we got out of her is that she's written
a book and wants to get an agent,
Daughters: So what’s holding her back?
It’s a condition some authors are afflicted
with, especially unpublished authors.
Daughters: What’s this condition called?
Nurse: Queryphobia.
Daughters: Queryphobia?
Nurse: In layman’s terms—fear of rejection.
Daughters: Rejection from who?
Nurse: Every agent and publisher in the world.
Daughters: Is there a cure?
Not that we know of, but every now and then
when we turn on the Hallmark channel she
calms down.Their stories are sweet and
always have happy endings, but only for an
hour or two and then she’s back at it.
. Daughters: Maybe if you can get her to binge watch it enough it will distract her and we can convince to get the hell out of here.
Nurse: It’s worth a try.
Daughters: Is there hope she’ll be healed?
Nurse: Don’t know. She’s got a bad case of it.
Daughters: Does she need anything from us?
Nurse: Hugs, chocolate, and maybe a shot of tequila.
Daughters: Poor mom. **sighs**
So? Have you ever suffered from Queryphobia?
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