Publisher number one officially rejected me today. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I saw the thin envelope. They tried to soften the blow by acknowledging all the time I’d put into my manuscript, but made it clear their time was too precious to tell me why they were rejecting it. Sigh. My impatient email (despite its polite wording) probably didn’t help my plight nor did informing them that I would be sending my manuscript to another publisher (they requested I do that in their submission materials). Those two bits of foolishness are actually funny to me now. Normally I know better than to ask for a favor (please publish me), followed by two insults (you’re too slow, and I think I’d rather have someone else do it). Ah well, live and learn. Meanwhile, I am having a delightful time completing book 2 in my series. Yes, I know book 1 needs a final polish (after many volunteer editors and edits), and a flurry of submissions to other publishers, but I’m not sure yet how my story will end, and I’m so intrigued to find out. I’m sure that sounds odd, but the characters frequently hijack my writing and surprise me. It’s so much more fun that way. I’m certainly not giving up, but my next submission will be far more circumspect. 🙂