Some of you may remember seeing the original version of this post, see below. Well, I stopped waiting. At six months plus, I emailed (politely) requesting status. The editior didn’t know! But she told me she’d check with the readers and ask them to expedite if they hadn’t finished. I though “???” but I said “okay.” So, at 7 months plus, I emailed again asking for status. I didn’t get an answer. Waited a couple more weeks. Withdrew it. This is a well-established e-publisher, so I can only assume my experience was unique, or at least rare. At any rate, soon after withdrawing, I had a publisher. So, happy ending.
An experience common to writer’s everywhere I’m sure, but no easier, for all that. In this case, I was told right up front that the decision whether or not to publish my novel would take six months. I said sure, no problem. Truth? Excruciating! It has been exactly five months today. I think it’s encouraging—they would have rejected it by now if they completely hated it, right? Still, I’m wishing, hoping, dreaming I’ll be spared the agony of another whole month. My mother used to say quite often, “Patience is a virtue.” She was right. Darn it. So, I’m waiting for the editors…
