I don't know exactly why this happened, but when I saw a galley and the actual inside layout of my book, I freaked a little. Maybe it's that the 15 years of emotions that went into getting this thing to happen, or all the ups and downs, or the traumatic years of rejection, came rolling back to knock me on my ass. Or maybe I just needed to get my insanity on for a few. And I'm also not totally discounting the idea that the font being used simply is too, too small for the page. People say your book never does end up looking like what you imagine while you're writing it, and yet, it's impossible to actually pinpoint what the hell it is you are imagining. People say that publishing a book is an emotional time, and the exposure is sure to make you bonkers. I've always thought they should just shut up and be happy. Publishing a book is an amazing time. It totally is. But....okay, so I freaked for a min and wanted to lie down in traffic. What can I say? Sue me. I'm human too, which by the way I hate.
After 15 years of rejections (most of them posted here along with all the rejections you've sent me over the years), my novel is getting published by a literary press. Little third-gendered me will soon have a book you can read for yourself and see if the hundreds of rejections were misguided or not. For more on the matter, read this post and this one too.
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