Thank you for sending me OPEN-EYED SNEEZE by Jessica Martin. Martin is a smart, insightful, and engaging writer. Most importantly, she is a joy to read. Her descriptions of her life post college and her family were refreshing, funny, and blissfully not entitled. While I enjoyed reading this manuscript, I worry that post-college job and life anxiety is a commonly explored topic and it might be hard to generate publicity. So, I think this topic isn’t right for Dutton. That being said, I really enjoyed the read so I would love to see anything that Martin does next.
Well, even though everyone passed on that first round, I'm feeling pretty good about it. Here are the highlights:
*The number of people who have read my book has nearly doubled! (from about 7 to 14. cough).
*While the first round of editors wanted nothing to do with it, they didn't hate it. Sort of the publishing version of, "It's not you, it's me." Only, I suppose that's not entirely accurate. More of a, "Well, it's kind of you. Who are we kidding? It's you. But let's still be friends. Like later on... maybe."
*The whole process is slow, but exciting.
Waiting to hear about the fate of your book is like being a guest at a surprise party. If you've never had the pleasure, it's actually a lot of fun waiting for the birthday boy or girl to arrive. You're mostly giddy, and a little nervous, because you're never quite sure how they're going to react. However, you soon realize how much downtime there is waiting for them. Someone shouts, "She's here! Everyone behind the couch!" and your heart beats a little faster and you try to fight a ridiculous smile, only to learn 30-seconds later that it's just another straggling guest. It's a lot of misdirected highs until after about 45-minutes of crouching behind a couch in the dark you start to think, OK, I'm gonna go grab a drink and some cheese. Tell me when she gets here.
I haven't reached that point. And to be honest, I don't think I ever will. I'm still a sucker for all of this, so whenever I get an email from Penn, I get a little excited, as if someone at the party has just dimmed the lights and yelled, "Places!"