Following up the weight loss doles with a one-two whammy, I got my revision letter this afternoon. It’s not bad, really it isn’t. Mostly some structural stuff, some motivational stuff, some, “Explain to me why this is here,” stuff. On an intellectual level, I can see without much effort that yes, these are things that will improve the book. No problem.
On the emotional level, it is only slightly less suckful than getting a rejection letter. *snort* I’m grumpy and sullen and hunchy-shouldered. My impulse is to slink off to a den and curl up while I lick my wounds and heal. This will, I imagine, last for about two days, which is about how long it takes to get over rejection letters, too. Then I’ll be fine, and get on with the revisions. I feel foolish for having this reaction, because my God, it’s a revision letter, these people have bought my book, they’re going to *publish* it.
Never-the-less, here I am, slinking around with my tail between my legs. I suspect this probably isn’t actually abnormal. Just… *slink*
On the positive side, though, I have very fine friends who have given me a lot of hugs and been extremely kind and sympathetic, which I appreciate to no end. I have the *best* friends. *hugs to all of you*