*endless waiting around for the phone call from the editor/agent who may or may not be interested in you
*completely naked vulnerability--I mean, you've poured your bleeding heart and deepest, darkest secrets out there onto those pages
*wondering if you sounded like a complete rambling idiot in your pitch letter
*stressing about whether a follow-up call is ever appropriate--and did I really give that guy my phone number? I mean, did I remember to include my SASE?
*crushing blow of rejection . . . after rejection . . . after rejection . . .
*giddy excitement of that first request for a revision or a full manuscript (or actually selling your book--something I've not yet experienced but fantasized about more than I should admit)
*did I mention the waiting? and the fantasies?
And, isn't it kind of like hiring a sexy, young escort to take you to your twentieth high school reunion if you self-publish your book?
Aw man, I'm an old married woman. I thought I was through with this whole scene.