
It’s not the rejection I’m afraid of. I can handle rejection. It’s the hope that drives me mad and has me up at night.
Ever been there?
“Oh, I hope that agent calls me back. She was so excited about my WIP.”
“I think my novel could easily be made into a movie.”
“Just imagine my non-fiction book stacked up five high, multiple stacks, just inside the doors of Barnes & Noble, displayed for all to see. Right next to all the big authors.”
“I’ve submitted my book into the awards contest. I hope I win.”
Hope can be a funny thing.
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