So remember that manuscript submission contest I was chosen for? Well, let’s just say I received the first rejection I’ve gotten in a long time. Ah, the form letter rejection…how I’ve missed thee!
I can’t say this was unexpected. Even as I pitched Lost, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be for this publisher. It was so much darker than their other titles. I still think that, as an exercise, the experience of putting everything else in my life aside in order to get that book polished and ready to send was very worthwhile. I’m glad I did it, form letter notwithstanding.
I’m even a little relieved, because although that manuscript isn’t doing me any favors sitting in my figurative closet, I want to do right by it. And the more I learned about the publisher, the more I suspected they weren’t the best way to go about introducing Lost to the masses. It’s an old book, but one I still care deeply about. It’s not that this publisher isn’t great–they’ve done very good things for an online writing friend of mine. They just don’t tend to publish the type of books I write, at least as far as I can see. So they’re just not that into me…cool. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Except….
Have you ever noticed that the not-so-great stuff always seems to happen at once? This has been a rough week. I had a nasty, pointless fight with a good friend that left us both in tears. A deadline got moved up so I now have to work through the long weekend. A big bad penny turned up again. I was put in the middle of a scuffle between two clients. I came down with the cold from hell. I found out one of my favorite clients in the world is retiring. And now, the rejection of my book to top it off. There are lots of worse things that could happen to a person, I know. But as far as weeks go, this one hasn’t been too stellar.
I promised myself that if I was going to share the journey with you, I would really share the journey: the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. There is no such thing as an overnight success. Behind every best-seller is a lot of tears, teeth-gnashing and plain old fashioned angst.
For those of you who’ve never seen a form rejection (you lucky folks), they go something like this:
Thank you for participating in our first Query Blast contest. We have reviewed your submission of Lost, and I am sorry to say we have decided not to pursue it for publication.
We wish you the best of luck in your writing career and hope you will consider us for your future projects.
How do you handle rejection, Dear Readers? And how was your week?