So last week began my foray into the world of courting a publisher or agent for my latest and ‘greatest’ graphic novel, Lunacy.
The road has been long, fourteen months in production! It’s massive, for graphic novel size at 128 pages. Those are 128 beautifully illustrated and custom designed pages of my creations. A daunting task to say the least.
The project has been edited now three times, I’m crossing all of my I’s, leaving out the crossbar I’s in the lettering phase and dotting all of my t’s. And now the waiting begins…
Hmm…that’s awkward…the waiting continues…
She’ll call back won’t she? Did I do something wrong on our first date? My grammar was correct, the punctuation was spot on, I even had a catchy little diddy called a log line and synopsis, that was boiled down to the sweet sweet nectar likened to that of a pineapple core.
Was my hair too unkempt for her taste?
Was it the color of my suit?
Perhaps I wasn’t punctual enough?
Didn’t like that my car wasn’t on full?
And I’ll probably never know how I chased her away.
But I keep hoping.
I hope that my quirkiness will vibe with someone equally quirky. I hope that my sense of witticism will get me a foot in the door. I hope that I didn’t use a cliche saying that was the nail in the coffin of our first date. After all it could boil down to one single word.
One word, separating me from my soul mate.
One word, separating me from destiny.
Yet I drive myself on. To over self-analyze, to self-perfection, to mastery of my craft.
Will it be enough? Will the sweet scent of a dozen red roses win me another opportunity?
Will the tempting aroma of my Versace Eros cologne attract my match?
Yet I wait, unsure of the rules of engagement. But hopeful, that she will find me worthy enough to give me a second date.