Today my
literary agent started submitting my fantasy novel to publishers hoping for nibbles.
Still feeling pretty weird about that.
The pitch is polished. The initial list of editors and imprints is picked out. The querying has begun.
I'm still kind of blinking in disbelief at the fact that a bunch of them responded immediately and not all of them said no.
There are people at gigantic publishers on this planet asking to read my book right now. They could be reading it this very second. Deciding whether I suck too much or whether my book is delicious.
It's kind of one of the most important things I've ever done and it feels weird for it to be happening so far away where I can't see it or keep track of it myself or influence it. It's out of my hands. I need a lot of luck. The part of this that was skill is already over.
I need luck.