I've had more words from Cait, whom I've hired to edit Skylark for me. And, well, I'll let you read her own words:
It made me both incredibly proud and, when hope was waning, made me believe in the manuscript again, but also made me quite sad.
I have been shopping Skylark around for a very long time. There have been a few nibbles, but no one has taken the important bite. With every rejection, as one does, I started to think that perhaps Skylark wasn't as good as I thought it was. I was not the writer I thought I was.
After all, if it was really that good, someone would have wanted it by now, right?
Even now, with Cait being so lovely about the manuscript, that doubt lingers. And it makes me sad.
Honestly, I love Skylark. I think it's a great story. I think that the characters are great. I think that the novel has a lot to say. I think it resonates.
But it's no good if I'm the only one who thinks these things.
It helps so much to hear Cait's praise, because it makes me feel like I wasn't crazy for believing in this manuscript so much.
And still, there's that doubt.
Hopefully, after this edit, I will find success with Skylark. Hopefully.
If not, there will be many, many tears.
Ah, the publishing game is not for the faint of heart.
Now I have a bunch of work to do.