Always when I begin a new project, it becomes my sole focus. So much so that my other works drop off into oblivion and I could care not if they were published or even picked up.
I can’t shut my mind off from writing. Just now, I closed my computer and am back at it not 5 minutes later. Sleep is my only rest but even then I have strange, listless dreams. New projects consume me. They take hold of me like a polar bear to its prey, determined not to let go until the deed is done.
I kind of wish a literary agent would be a polar bear in terms of my work. Or even better: maybe an audience?
Pshaw! I’m writing again and feeling alive again as I create. I wonder if all artists feel this way when they are emerged in their medium?
My projects are not forgotten, just on the back burner. Their time will come when my new project winds down (as most of you know, I hate editing so I’m sure I will resurrect these as a procrastination technique).
Time to get back to work!
I read this recently and I’m trying to apply it to my book. I know the query letter is your marketing/sales pitch and maybe I’m just not good at sales (ok, so I know I’m horrible at sales) but I am good at writing. I know my story is good. So, why can’t I sell my idea?
If this book was meant to be, then I firmly believe God will make it happen (like He makes everything happen). I try not to stress over it or let the rejects discourage me. It’s just hard when you invest so much of yourself into a project personally to see it shot down at every turn.
But perseverance will hopefully prevail and I’m just going to keep at it. Any encouraging words would be appreciated.
I touched on this briefly last post. It’s not that I get my feelings hurt when I receive a reject on my labor of love (my novel).
It’s this: I want something so bad and I hold so many expectations and hopes that when I do get rejected, it’s not personal or a reflection of me. It doesn’t hurt my ego or anything. It’s a deflation of my dreams and expectations and the knowledge that there is still plenty of work to do. It also is a lesson in patience (not my strong point by any means). I have to wait longer to see my book in print, to see my dreams materialize, to hold my work in my hands and watch others enjoy what I’ve created.
I want it now is what it comes down to and a rejection signals, “Nope, not now but later.”
I know that my novel is good. I know in my heart it is God’s work and it is meant to be shared to help others cope in this world. I know that. It’s just frustrating when I can’t seem to get that across to others.
No one said this was easy or life was easy. What fun would that be?
I pray I get an agent soon. I pray I get a publisher soon. I pray my husband gets a job soon. I pray we move to where I want to live and not to some hole-in-the-earth place where a job happens to be. I pray my kids get accepted to schools where I can feel comfortable sending them to, where I won’t have to homeschool them the rest of their lives, where they can have friends and the whole school experience. I pray these burdens on my heart are lifted.
I miss my old town. I miss my old church. I miss my friends. My kids miss their friends. Hell, I even miss my old house.
Do the trials of life ever end?
It’s amazing the resilience of the human psyche, isn’t it? One moment, you’re down. The next your back in the game.
I keep getting reject after reject for my queries so what do I do? I keep editing my query letter, editing my novel, and researching agents and mailing off more queries. Yeah, I get down when a reject lands in my inbox. But I’m learning to think, “That agent is just not for me.”
As I research and research literary agents, there are HUNDREDS out there! I didn’t realize there were that many! Out of these hundreds, one has to love my work, right? Or does it just suck?
Sure, there are good agents and bad and one must be careful. But with research and guidance from God, I’ll find one, I’m sure.
This is my third work so surely I have it down by now, right?
I’d love to hear how you cope with rejects.