In my last post, I was celebrating. My editor had emailed me with the news that The Midwife's Confession was a go. My celebration was premature, I'm afraid.
A couple of posts before that one, I wrote about some of the reasons a synopsis might not be accepted, remember that? One of the reasons was that the publisher may have a book in the pipeline that's similar in some way to the book being proposed. Well, Friday I received the apologetic email from my editor with exactly that news. As she spoke with the editorial team, she realized that the "hook" for my book is similar to the hook for another book due to be published around the same time. The stories are not at all alike, but the hooks would be. Believe it or not, that's enough to negate the acceptance of this synopsis--at least as the first book in this three book contract. They still want me to write The Midwife's Confession, just not now. You can imagine my frustration/depression/agony/anger/sorrow/annoyance!
I haven't completely given up on being able to write this book now. My heart's in the story, and I'm itching to get at it. I know from past experience that these things often work out for the best, though, so I'm not leaping from the top of the roller coaster yet. . . but this is turning out to be a mighty nauseating ride!