I’ve recently made two submissions directly to publishers that I feel really good about.
You know how it goes; you’ve read loads of their publications, you feel like your manuscripts fit perfectly, you can imagine your books on the shelves etc.
Then you remember the reality: that publishers receive an insane amount of submissions, they know precisely what they’re looking for and you have a 99% chance of another rejection.
You really have to have resilience and a thick skin in this industry, which I do have to an extent. But, doesn’t everyone’s heart sink when reading a rejection? Even when you know it’s coming. I know these particular rejections will come with a sharp sting no matter how much I brace myself.
It’s human to have hope, after all.