So I live in Utah. But I live in this very strange part of Utah. It's a little square about three feet by three feet that follows me everywhere I go. It is the only part of Utah I know of that runs on Eastern Standard Time.
That's right, I run on New York time.
I'm sure many of you can relate.
I have a New York agent and, other than one, my book is out to New York editors (and the one who is not in New York is still going to call my agent, not me, so she still ends up running by EST.)
I think it's pretty funny; I look at my watch and think,"Oh, it's two o'clock. That's four in New York time." Anyone else do that?
This thought was prompted by an e-mail from my fab agent Jodi, announcing that all of my first round manuscripts are out. Hooray! I'm so excited. Not only are some really wonderful professionals going to be reading my book, there's even a chance they might want to publish it.
But one of the really exciting things is that people I "know" in the literary community, whose professional opinions I really trust, are going to be weighing in on my little book ... well, it's not that little ... but that's a whole other post. How cool is that?
And even if they ultimately reject it, it seems like something you can mention at cocktail parties. "Yeah, well, Editor XXX read my manuscript.":) I mean, that's awesome, right?