Showing posts with label humorous women' s fiction writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humorous women' s fiction writer. Show all posts

Monday, February 6, 2012

ON BEING SUBMISSIVE

First thing this morning…
I’d like to thank my new followers...and old too.
Second, I’d like to thank…
The last agent that rejected me…
Because it was a nice rejection.
“You seem to be a very capable writer with a strong voice,
but I don’t often handle novels like this so really worry I’m
not the right choice for you – sorry.”
Capable writer? Strong voice?
Uh, yeah! I’ll take that rejection as a positive…
And use it to make me feel more confident…
When I query again and know that my manuscript….
Will eventually match up with the right agent.
Third, and last…
My thoughts on rejection…
Although the process of querying feels brutal…
It’s nothing (at least for me) compared to the rejections…
I used to submit myself weekly—from auditions...
When I was a full-time on-camera talent.
First came the call…
I'd dress the part...
And drive to the Detroit area 50 - 80 miles away, depending.
After being handed a script…
I’d rehearse my little heart out for a few minutes.
When my name was called…
I’d stand in front of directors and producers…
And then perform my little heart out.
My odds of winning the gig?
I lost eight out of ten auditions.
My agent would later fill me in:
“You were the wrong type…
Too old, too young…
You reminded the director of his ex-wife…
Yada, yada, yada."
And sometimes I never knew the yada, yada...
I never knew the yada, yada,
But I knew the odds going in.
And while I didn't like being rejected, I understood the process.
At least now...
With querying literary agents and publishers...
I can sit in my comfy chair, in my comfy clothes..
Sans make-up and no done-up do...
And submit at my leisure.
Yeah, getting rejections still suck...
But I know the odds. And it's all subjective. 
And why you ask did I need to preach?
Because for the month of February
My blog is going "dark"...
And I'll b submitting my little heart out... 
And when the rejections start coming in... 
Let's hope I can keep the subjectivity.
And if I can't? Feel free to verbally smack me. 
So? 
What about you? 
Have you made peace with rejections?
Ever have a job that was worse than getting rejections?
What was it?

Always, Em-Musing