Maybe this time

In a sudden spurt of enthusiasm I decided to submit my last novel, Tabitha's Table, to two publishers. After I'd done it I discovered it had been previously rejected by one of them!

But that was in 2016 - is my novel really that old?!!! - so I'm hoping staff have changed, tastes have changed, someone may like it this time.

I don't know why I put myself through the inevitable stress of hoping. I keep saying, "Never again," but time passes and the wounds of rejection heal over, and I think, "Give it a go! I believe in my novel. I just need to find someone else who does."

Maybe this time.