A few months ago, I sent my fantastic second novel to an agent for review. She sounded happy and enthusiastic on the phone. "Great Stuff" I thought, and printed and posted my precious chapters off in the post in the rain with a song in my heart.
Some weeks passed.
No word.
Sent an email.
"Sorry for the delay, will get back to you over weekend" said the agent.
Great stuff.
More weeks passed. My 45th birthday came and went.
No word.
Sent an email with a cheery tone, asking if I was about to break into the big time or should I take a christmas job in Tescos.
"Sorry for the delay, found envelope, but cant find the chapters, would you mind emailing them?" asked the agent.
"No worries, chapters attached"
No word.
"Cant open the attachment, can you send them in the body of an email?"
"No worries, here you go".
All landed safely and I spent the last weekend knowing at least my words got through.
Guess what??????
She found it, she read it, she couldnt find a home for it.
"Great writing, not sure where it would find a home, best of luck with your career"
Ho Hum.
Taking comfort in the fact that only writers get rejections and she didnt puncture my granny's wheelchair I did the only decent thing and started a new one....
When I am a hugely successful published authour I will look back on these days and smile.
Not just now, but soon............
Some weeks passed.
No word.
Sent an email.
"Sorry for the delay, will get back to you over weekend" said the agent.
Great stuff.
More weeks passed. My 45th birthday came and went.
No word.
Sent an email with a cheery tone, asking if I was about to break into the big time or should I take a christmas job in Tescos.
"Sorry for the delay, found envelope, but cant find the chapters, would you mind emailing them?" asked the agent.
"No worries, chapters attached"
No word.
"Cant open the attachment, can you send them in the body of an email?"
"No worries, here you go".
All landed safely and I spent the last weekend knowing at least my words got through.
Guess what??????
She found it, she read it, she couldnt find a home for it.
"Great writing, not sure where it would find a home, best of luck with your career"
Ho Hum.
Taking comfort in the fact that only writers get rejections and she didnt puncture my granny's wheelchair I did the only decent thing and started a new one....
When I am a hugely successful published authour I will look back on these days and smile.
Not just now, but soon............
1 comment:
Rejection? Don't talk to me about rejection.
The Writers and Artists bloody Handbook? Don't talk to me about the bloody handbook.
Every one. Every bloody single one I wrote to.
A response? You actually talked to an agent? Huh - I only got standard rejection slips.
Apart, of course, from the female agent (why are most female?) who said she thought the plot was unrealistic. I can take that but the chapters I sent her were factual and autobiographical. Maybe that means that my life is unrealistic.
Anyways...thanks for the entertaining posts which I will follow closely, thanks to my good friend Mr. Google Reader.
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