On Writing: Rejection
As any author will tell you, rejection is probably the biggest part of being one of these crazed idiots who thinks that even one tiny iota of the filth we squeeze onto the page from the deepest darkest dregs of our creative subconscious is anything any sane person would enjoy reading. I trust this first sentence sets the tone. You will get rejected. It will happen a lot. In fact, literally the only response I have received from any literary agent, publisher or independent purveyor of literature in any way shape or form has been rejection.
Ok, quick redaction, I did have a letter to the editor published about 8 years ago, and my first book which was written chapter by chapter for a weekly horror blog was also technically accepted. Well, if someone taking my work and putting it on their blog counts? I mean … eh … I guess she didn’t say no? Anyway, back to the doom and gloom.
Where was I? Right. Rejection. It is my opinion that like job applications these days, there is some secret formula that each literary agent or publisher has that your submission query must meet. It’s different for every one of them and probably doesn’t have any basis in judging the quality of the work but in some ability of the writer to market themselves. For me, this is a problem. I suck at marketing. I suck at writing synopses of my books. I apparently also don’t write good query letters.
So where do you go from there? Well. You pick your shit up and go again when you feel like it. One of my issues is that most of my novels are series, so if the first one gets rejected, I have a lot fewer options since nobody will accept resubmissions. Also, I write multiple genres and many literary agents are very genre-specific. This is what often makes me think about starting another series. This is dangerous.
(I’ll probably write another one of these about rejection later. This one’s kind of all over the place. Meh. I’m throwing it out there anyway.)
There’s also one other option. Self-publishing. We’ve all done it. Hell, we’re doing it right now. Of course, that also links back to what I suck at. Self-promotion. But I’ll get to the whole self-publishing debacle next time. Until then, keep your heads up, your glass full, your fingers on the keyboard and may your loose plot threads tie themselves into perfect twist endings.