So as many of you will know, i'm not the world's most patient person. I get all excited and jump-up-and-downy at the thought of something great happening, and this happens every time i submit to publishers.
This time, however, it's slightly different.
Every time before this one, i've started getting replies back within two days saying things like, "really enjoyed reading this author's work, but not quite what we're looking for", or "much to admire but i'm afraid we're going to have to pass".
And within a week of submission, all the publishers have come back to me and said, basically, "no thanks, not this time".
This time, however, it's been a week and i've heard nothing. Not a sausage, or indeed any meat based savoury foodstuff. And i'm taking this as a good sign.
Why? You may ask.
Well, as you asked i shall share my thinking, or more correctly, my father's thinking, and that's as follows.
When you submit to a publisher, anyone can say no. The first person to read it has a veto power and will thank you kindly for your time and send you on your merry way with thoughts of ending up as a road sweeper instead of a writer (not that that isn't a noble profession in it's own way).
But for a publisher to say yes, your book, your lovingly crafted masterpiece that you've bled, sweated and cried over, has to go up the chain. This takes time, as other people have to read it, then maybe push it up further or at least meet over tea and digestives to discuss whether or not they think your book is worth paying for.
So a week, in this instance, is nothing. And i'm particularly proud of myself for not having chewed my nails to the elbows, overdosed on tea or anything else usually associated with worry/nerves/need.
So although i still have no news, the end result of round 1 is,