As of today’s date I have one publisher reviewing my submitted manuscript for book one while I work on book two of this three-book series. And you know what? It’s kinda lonely.

I’m shamelessly going emo here. Maybe not Kylo-Ren emo, but emo in my own way. The loneliness of being a so-far unpublished author stems from how barely anyone on this planet knows my work. I have two stories that I’m passionate about and I cannot even talk about the first one. It’s like a best-kept secret. Did I mention I’m an expressive extrovert? I hate secrets.

Getting published would mean I can finally introduce people to my book (Book, meet people. People, book.). I can shout from the rooftops, “See all these words? I wroted them myself!” I can let the cat out of the bag. You know, that’s a weird expression. Who keeps a cat in a bag, anyway? Someone should call the Humane Society or something.

But I digress. The genre of my work is comic sci-fi. The first thing I’m dying to know is if people laughed. Making people laugh is my thing in real life and I’d love for it to have come through in my writing. I’d be thrilled to know if people liked the characters, the story. Heck, at this point I’d welcome people saying they hated the book. I just wanna have a blooming conversation about it!

I also would like to be in fellowship with other writers even more. Thank goodness for Twitter. I got some invaluable advice from authors on Twitter, especially when I was self-editing. (Big kiss!) Keep writing articles, people. You don’t know who you’re helping by tweeting them!

But, right now I’m twiddling my thumbs, hoping to convince you that I really and truly and truly and really have written a book. It’s totally got words in it, and some of the groupings of these words will make you snicker and others will make you cry. My book’s got characters that do stuff, all kinds of stuff, and then some more stuff happens. It’s really chock full of stuff! (See how frustrating this is? Not saying anything about it is almost as bad as writing the synopsis.)

Cue wistful music: I long for the day my work can be read by hordes of people I’ve never met. I want to tweet potential readers about where to buy my beloved book. I want a Goodreads author account. I want a pony. But above all, I want cupcakes and world peace. And the thing about my book being published.

Be patient with me, fellow writers on the journey, and I’ll do the same for you. It’s quite the ride, isn’t it? If you’re like me and are just bursting with anticipation, then I give you a gentle hug. You know, with little pressure, so you don’t burst your anticipation all over the place.

In the meantime, I’m waiting. Is it July yet? (Read I’m not crazy, I’m waiting to hear from the publisher! to see how I’m coping.)

Cheers!

/cg

Cait Gordon has been a senior technical writer for high tech and government organizations. Her first novel is being sent to the universe. She hopes the universe likes it. (The second book has begun and a third will happen, too!)