So, I received my first rejection letter from a publisher today … on Easter of all days. It sucks. I don’t enjoy being in any position other than utter power over myself. I don’t exactly like asking, begging, requesting anything from anyone, so to be rejected is a double whammy. And, I know this will sound ridiculous and completely far fetched, but I really wanted to be the first writer in history to not be rejected by anyone. I wanted to sail through the rough seas of publishing with the greatest of ease. But that is NOT my life. I will have to fight tooth and nail to get this book published, ease is not something that we are familiar with. Never-the-less, I was truly, utterly disappointed when I read the thank you for your submission and then the line that began: “Unfortunately …” Really? I hate you!!!
I’m luckier than most in that I have an innate ability to set aside reality and jump aboard the dreamer express. Before the entire process began I knew I wanted Running Press to pick up my book. They are the perfect fit for me and my manuscript. New Market Press (the rejectors) were but a mere Hail Mary. So my ever optimistic self is actually NOT discouraged. My heart knows without a doubt that this book is meant to be read by a larger audience than just myself and a few choice friends.[ad name=”Google Adsense Banner”]
But regardless, rejection bites. If I had to reply to the question, “What’s Your Greatest Fear?” the answer undoubtedly would be rejection. It not only cuts to the core of my self worth, but it pisses me off beyond belief. What do you mean NO? Are you freaking kidding me? When I’m famous you’ll be begging me to pen a book for you NewMarket Press and guess what? I’ll tell you to bug off!! Yes I will. No way you’re getting a piece of me … not a chance in hell. Won’t you be sorry then, huh? You’ll be so sorry, mark my words.
Yep, that’s where my mind goes … revenge. I know, I know … so mature? Gosh, I try so hard to wrangle this particular part of my personality, but it rears its head everywhere … its almost like a 2nd self — a multi-personalty. In the real world, I can’t imagine a scenario where New Market Press will be begging me for anything, except perhaps to stop sending them my query letter.
So for now, I ask for prayers, prayers that I will hear good news, that my book will be picked up by Running Press and that I will make them a fortune (what better revenge on NMP??). But lest I sound too greedy … I know without a doubt that I’ve won the biggest lottery in history. I am truly blessed with a fantastic husband and 11 healthy, thriving, fun, God loving children. I really shouldn’t ask for any more!!! And in all reality, I’ll be just fine if all I get are rejection letters … I will at least have shower gifts for my daughters and daughters-in-law when the time comes!!! =0 he he he