Inbox Dodging and the Ineffable Whatsit
It’s no secret that rejection is a big part of any author’s path to publication. Nathaniel Hawthorne reportedly burned the occasional manuscript after getting rejected. Jack London used his rejections to paper his walls. Stephen King impaled his on a railroad spike.
In the digital age, they’re not as tangible anymore. They arrive electronically for the most part these days, and unless you’re some metaphysical doohickey who can Neo your way through the Matrix, you probably can’t touch them.
So far, I’ve dealt with them pretty well. No tears (well, maybe two), no tantrums, no giant red poofs imprinted on the wall where my head exploded from grief.
But from six o’clock on Sunday (Happy Birthday, Emmie….) until eleven last night, I got six.
I hadn’t planned to check my inbox at all on Sunday. But my phone betrayed me, and there it was. I went to bed with a screeching (non-rejection-related) migraine, and woke up in the morning with another in the inbox. Then when I got off work I had two more. A couple hours later I had another and was sputtering DMs and IMs to a couple of Query Trenches Comrades, and then right before bed, I got the final one. It felt like a kick to the bollocks.
And here’s the thing — I still haven’t gotten as many rejections as say, J.K. Rowling did on Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. So it’s likely to just keep on happening for a while. However, what I do know is that agents who have read the full manuscript have been extremely positive about it.
Which leads me to believe this deluge is a sign that my query letter needs some work, because for the last two days my inbox has looked like this:
Which has caused me to look like this:
So if something about my query letter is making agents do this:
Then I have a drawing board to get back to. But not this week.
Rejection sucks. It sucked when it was Josh W. in seventh grade, it sucked when it was physical education and everyone knew I was total crap at everything, it sucks now when I know my novel isn’t total crap. However, it’s led me to the knowledge that A: something’s not working, and B: I can probably fix it.
It’s up to me to write a query letter that makes agents want to do this (I’m Jim):
I shall get back to that. But for this week of Thanksgiving, I’m going to cool it a bit. And I’m going to do what I do best, which is write.
Oddly, after a couple days of taking a serious ego-lashing, I feel hopeful.
Does rejection ever have that effect on you? I feel like something better has to be coming. Has to be.
- Rejection! Rejection! Rejection! – Guest Post by AJ Myers (paigenolley.wordpress.com)
- Part of Your World (emmiemears.com)
Posted on November 20, 2012, in Terror Tuesday, writing business and tagged emmie mears, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K. Rowling, Jack London, literary agents, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Query letter, rejection, stephen king, Sunday, thanksgiving, writing, writing business. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.