So, "They" as in the proverbial they, whoever they be say to build a platform and gather experience before sending out query letters and soliciting for agents. If I am serious about being a writer I guess I have to put myself out there and try. In March I entered a contest that I was hopeful that I would do well in. At the very least I would get some great feedback from published authors and agents in the romance genre.
So for weeks, I have been going about my life, working , writing and having fun. While in the back of my over active imagination I envisioned being a finalist. Getting a fabulous phone call requesting the rest of my manuscript. Imaginary me jumped up and down, cheeks were glowed rosy red and I was so happy. The start of my writing career was all played out in my vivid dreams.
Today I got the email. Yes, folks hold your breath in eager anticipation. Dummm, dumm, dum...
Thank you for your participation we see much pontential in your writing but you are not a finalist.
Imaginary me just jumped off a bridge. Real me stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. At least they didn't say you suck so much you should never write another word again. I wait in not so eager way for the mail person to deliver the critiques from the readers.
I tell myself this will make me a better writer, this will help me build my platform, this will be a good thing. Imaginary me is sitting under a tree throwing pencils as far as she can, waiting for the twilight sky to start burning pages to stay warm. Real me has decided to take a break. No polishing the manuscript today. I'll get back to work tomorrow.
I guess the take home message for me is I better start getting used to rejection, before the you suck letters show up.
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