Yesterday I submitted the final manuscript of my poetry book, The Heathen Mommy From Holy Toledo, to the publisher.
This past week I really put a lot of time into it with revisions and just reading it over and over again. I hit a point where I just didn’t think there was anything else I could do. It became a shit-or-get-off-the-pot moment and I finally submitted it. My stomach was in my throat when I hit send.
I told my husband that I was nervous, and my husband — being the realistic man he is — said “don’t be nervous because there’s nothing you can do now”.
He’s right. Now I sit and wait for the next step.