I have Hooking Up out to six or so publishers right now. No word except for one quick rejection. This is so nerve-wracking! The submission process is a bear. Really, it's harder than writing the book. I think it's the pressure that really makes it tough. The query/synopsis/blurb is much harder to write because it's usually the only piece of work you are allowed to show the potential agent/publisher, and in some cases, the only work that you will be judged on. What a small percentage of writing, but what weight it carries!
At this point, I'd be happy with a full MS request. I'd be happy to hear something, anything. External validation for a full eight months of work is a good thing.
As far as Supermarket goes, I was told back in July that editing would begin sometime in September. So, I'm very excited because guess what--it's September! Still no word from my editor or my publisher, but I assume I'll hear something soon. The anticipated release is sometime in October. I am so excited! I have been trying very hard to be patient and not bother anyone over at Night Publishing. Anyone who knows me knows that patience is not one of my strong suits. I just really want to get the ball rolling.
I have been tossing around some ideas for another book, including a fun story about a fifty year-old woman who wants to find love, much to the chagrin of her sister and her pastor. I have a solid start to the first chapter, but I hate the later parts of what I've written so I'm shelving it a while to let the ideas brew. I think I'm forcing things, and I am not feeling at my most creative right now. As a matter of fact, I'm feeling slightly burned out. After all, I'm married with three kids, I have a full-time job, a part-time DJ job, my college studies (9 credit hours this semester), my band, and my writing. It's really no wonder my laundry isn't getting done. So, my dust bunnies have dust bunny babies who are multiplying like, well--bunnies. I swear, everything will work out. I'm just tired.
In any event, things are busy and crazy, but I'm not sure I know how to go any other speed. I should be proud. I wrote two books this year. Two. Holy crap. And if I get my mojo back with my new story and get the feel I want, it might be three. We'll see. I'd better not push it. And if you've seen my mojo lying around anywhere, could you please direct it back home?