At this point in my journey to find a literary agent, I can’t even count how many rejection letters I’ve received (not to mention the ones where if they don’t respond it’s a no). I don’t know what’s wrong. The query? The pitch? Maybe the book itself? Every time I get a rejection, that grey cloud always comes back and turns my day gloomy and the occasional existential crisis comes.
But there was something about this particular rejection. Could it be that this one was the last letter to bring all the weight down? And whenever this happens, that creative flow that fuels my writing sessions every night goes dry and I can’t write a single thing.
I hit the wall again. And sure I’ll get out of it as I always have. But I’m being more and more cautious about who I’m sending queries to. Reason? Maybe with all the previous rejections, I’m just scared of getting another rejection.
Every time I get a wave of rejections I go back to the drawing board and rewrite some or even the entire book. It’s as polished as it can be. Every book can benefit from a revision but how many revisions will it be until the project I fell in love with isn’t what I remembered it to be?
Just a stream of conscious
If you had happened to stumble across this, I’m just trying to put my thoughts down. Sorry if you don’t know what’s going on. But if you do want to know, feel free to visit the other parts of this series where I try and get my book published.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading my self-pity existential crisis. Promise in the next entry I’ll explain what my book is. But until then, have a good night.
Just a quick announcement…
Now that I have WordPress on my phone, blog entries may be a little more frequent.