I feel like such a roller coaster. I don’t mean that I feel like a rider, I feel like the actual car. It’s like I’m a part of this thing now and I have no choice but to go through the motions of the ride over and over again. At least if you’re a rider you get to get off after one go. Not me. I seem to be in it for life.
And quite frankly, I’m getting frustrated at the ride. Granted… being frustrated is also part of the ride, but I’m starting to really not like the entire thing. But you know what? I kind of like roller coasters, so tomorrow I’ll be completely ok with it.
“Gee, what’s this lunatic talking about? Roller coasters?” I’m glad you asked!
No, I’m talking about this game of trying to get published. The song and dance of the industry. The perpetual run-around of being a writer. How does that make you feel? Perhaps I should take a cue from Paul and just go eat donuts. Hmm… now I’m hungry.
Anywho… to explain my grammatically incorrect rant… and maybe to redeem myself somewhat… but probably I’ll just come across as whining again…
My writing career and attempt to get Winter published are full of the most frustrating ups and downs. One day I get a surge of Facebook fans all wanting to read the book, the next I get a surge of rejection letters. One day I get an influx of great reviews from a critique site, the next an influx of rejection letters. One day I’m doing a radio interview and give away a ton of free downloads, the next I get a ton of rejections letters.
I mean, seriously?
I keep a folder where I put all my email rejections. There are 52 in there today. That’s 52 unique rejections from as many agents and publishers as I could find to submit. And not one manuscript request. There are still some I haven’t heard from, but once I get those rejections I’ll add them to the folder.
At this point, I really don’t know what to do next except just keep writing. I’ve found my market, and I’ve managed to somewhat tap into it and gauge the interest. I know there are industry people interested in the book, but either it’s just not good timing or Winter is too risky. I don’t know anymore.
I’m in the process of pulling most of my PR stuff offline, because it’s just not helping much. Self-publishing is not an option for me. One… Winter deserves better, I firmly believe that. Two… I can’t afford it.
So my plan now is just to keep writing and keep praying. In the meantime, I’ll also keep riding that roller coaster, because I don’t plan to change professions anytime soon. Now… to see about those donuts.
How many rejections have you gotten?
How do you cope with the never-ending roller-coaster?