11March
So it’s been a year and some change since I decided that I was going to try and sell my books. I immediately wrote the end and fired that first query letter (garbage) off to agents everywhere, convinced they would grab my book and I would be on my way.
Ah, delusions of grandeur. Anyone who hasn’t started on this journey, let me tell you, you better have thick skin. Rejection is painful and often and sometimes, it really hurts. We won’t discuss how many queries I’ve sent out as that would clue the world into how many rejections I’ve gotten. Someday when I’m published, I’ll write an article about getting published the hard way. The way I’ve done it.
First, I never listen. I have 2 fabulous critique partners who both said, mmm, not yet. Don’t query yet its not quite there. Of course I queried. Of course I was rejected. I’m not one of those writers who search every query looking for why oh why didn’t they love it. I can honestly look back at my first round or six of queries and say, yeah, I needed to get rejected.
And that’s okay because the rejections eventually stopped being form letters and started coming with comments. Something like, you’re really on to something, or your work is timely and compelling. So with a few well received comments, I went back to the drawing board (or the blank Scrivening, as it were) and kept going.
I recently sent my newest query letter to an amazing author who shall remain nameless and she was over the moon about it. Her excitement on my pitch for The Last Sunrise has me pretty excited and as it waits in the queue for its round of editing/revisions, I’m feeling encouraged. I told my husband at chow that this year, I was going to do it. I was going to get an offer this year and I was going to call my dream agent and say, I have an offer, can we work together?
Hey, a girl’s got to dream right? Because I want to build my writing career over the next 8 years, so that when retirement strikes, I can tell the Army that its been a fun ride and can settle down to write full time and be a stay at home mom (those of you that know me, don’t laugh, it could happen and Wolf, you’re not getting any masterful secrets here:).
No matter what people tell you, writing is hard work. The first words you put on a page will not be the words you end up selling, I can almost promise you that. Its a very rare person that sells their first book. Writing involves editing, revising, rereading, editing some more and finally, when you get it just how you like it, you have to kill your darlings to meet a page limit.
But I honestly don’t know what I did with myself before I started writing. I love it. I love that thrill of a new idea that sparks a novel and the race to the finish as I type the end. I finally found something else that fits me as good as the army.
The written word.
Now let’s see if I can find an editor to agree:)
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