My Dull & Tedious (and LONG) Tale
I'm gonna be lazy and c&p some of my tale of publication that I posted on my website: ^_^
A few years back when I decided that I wanted to turn my writing pursuits towards the realm of the Professional Romance Novelist, I contacted a recently pubbed author whom I admired, babbled on a bit about my "ground breaking, totally different, sure to light a fire in the hearts of the publishing world" idea. What I expected to get in reply was a bit of encouragement, perhaps a "How nice ... good luck." What I got was a multi-paged single-spaced letter listing the MANY reasons I'd probably not succeed. The letter ended on a note like this:
"Have I discouraged you? I hope I have..."
Discourage me she did. After all, she'd written and sold a couple books. She'd graduated with honors from a prestigious university and there I was with nothing but a basic diploma from good old Lawrenceville Catholic High. Not only that, but my little western romance broke a bunch of "The Rules".
I was crushed.
I cried.
Then, I got mad.
How dare she? Who did she think she was anyway? Why did MY Indian characters have to wear buckskins and live on the Plains? Why couldn't they be REAL people? Why did my heroine have to be the typical WASP?
I think you get the idea.
Determined to "show her," I kept at it...for years ... through illness and multiple family crises ... through typo-filled editors' rejections and red-ink laden critiqued pages. I wrote two historicals, two short contemporaries (don't ask), and started on five other projects. I longed to "be in the loop," to rub-elbows with the big boys and girls, but it was HARD. I made progress --- personal rejections ... offers to submit other work...requests for full manuscripts on query letters alone. Still, I was a nobody and out there in the Romance Novel Cosmos, Ms. Professional seemed to be publishing 'em left and right.
Holding on to my dream (barely), I became involved in RWA and the Outreach International Chapter. I cringed when one by one my long-distance friends received The Call or won a big contest, but I kept plugging away.
On May 1st of that year (1998) I began to think Ms. Degree was right after all. I'd never make it. After all, my latest submission had just come in with
"Sorry, but the quality of writing in this piece does not compare to other submissions we're considering...." As if that wasn't enough, I'd gotten hold of a second hand computer. The danged grammar check told me (gleefully) that my sentences were hovering at 6th grade level. I felt like a Total Idiot for recently having posted to a mailing list that an editor had requested a full manuscript of mine in a mere Two Weeks on the basis of a query letter. I mean, here it was, going on two months after I mailed the buggar, and not a word was to be heard.
Give it up, my practical side said.
You're only fooling yourself. Those people have connections you don't. They have Educations. They have Talent that You Don't.
I nodded in agreement then consoled myself by surfing the web instead of writing. I got tired of surfing because all I seemed to hit were author's web pages --- taunting me. Rubbing it in my face that they were Somebody and that I Was Nobody.
I Gave Up.
I Gave Up on Myself.
Then, on May 5, 1998 while I was hanging the laundry, the phone rang. It was
......THE CALL......
Yes, indeedy. A real live, honest-to-goodness-respected New York Editor was offering me Cash Money for the book with the 6th grade grammar, the book that didn't measure up to the other publishers' standards, a book featuring -- unlike everyone else's -- "Indian characters."
Suddenly, the sun came out.
The birds sang.
I BELIEVED IN MYSELF AGAIN!
Believe in Yourself. Distance yourself from the rejections, the envy, the bad vibes. Write from your heart. Write it Your way. And Never, NEVER, NEVER Give Up!
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Of course it kind of went downhill from there.
My fantastic editor left before my book was out and the editor I was foisted upon hated EVERYTHING I submitted, my agent dumped me because she was no longer "enthusiastic" about my work, family stuff got BAD and my writing Muse DIED--for four years-- and I did what I said to never do. I "gave up". I stopped trying to write to sell because it was hopeless, right? My 7.5 minutes of fame had come and gone. I was the most lowly of beings--an unknown "has-been"
However, there is an upside to this pathetic tale---During my "Pity Party" phase I managed to resell two of my old books to a well known e-publisher and placed three more that I had sitting around with two other smaller publishers. Then, while I was frittering around killing time with an online roleplaying game I met my friend Anne Cain. We became quite obsessed with our little "bad boy" characters and began writing them outside the game for fun. We put together a 120,000 book in almost no time at all and then another and another. In a year we've managed to do six novels (the shortest about 60k), a 13k novella and 3 short stories.
The novella is out with a great small/e-publisher, two are set for next year (same pub) and four are underconsideration--one with a few top NY editors, so while Fame & Fortune continue to be elisive beasts, I'm still hanging in there and more importantly am having FUN writing with Anne.
So that's pretty much the story of my publishing life --aren't you sorry you asked (and even more sorry I replied?)
