Well, I’m not usually one to whine about stuff…OK, I whine all the time…but today I really, really absolutely need a big huge pick me up, although I’m not sure what would work.
I get to work on Monday morning, check my email, and the first thing I read: an email from a literary agent who’s been looking at my novel. I’ve written TWO drafts for her, following all of her advice, (and not to toot my own horn here)…she TOLD me it was compelling, she TOLD me it was original, she TOLD me it was intelligent and superbly told, she told me I was a smart and well thought out writer, she told me that as soon as I changed two or three things we’d get to work selling it! WOO HOO! Life’s good!
That was a month ago.
Apparently this morning it’s all of the sudden…too hard to sell, not mainstream enough, too controversial, not quite polished, not quite professional and apparently all of the sudden the dialogue tags are confusing. In conclusion, best of luck in the future…you suck.
So now, after two years of shopping this f-ing book around to everyone on the planet, editors, agents, publishers…after writing it for FIVE GOD DAMN YEARS…working it to death, rewrite and rewrite and rewrite, after having two different agents take the whole manuscript, say it was great and then reject me…I have NOTHING. NOTHING at all to show for it…I have scads of letters of people saying “it’s great! fascinating, fresh, sexy, new, funny, great!” followed by “But we’re not going to represent it”
I was so so so excited. My life’s dream was getting somewhere. I was finally feeling like I’d found what I wanted to do, something I ENJOYED doing…something I was really good at, something that people appreciated. GUESS NOT! It’s office work and kitchen cleaning for jarbaby…welcome to your life.
Kids, take the advice of Homer Simpson if you’re smart:
“Never try”
jarbaby