Violet Storm is always on my mind. And there's never enough time to work on it. Thankfully, the time away has given me an opportunity to hone my editorial skills; to review the work with a more critical eye. It needs a lot more revision before I'll be comfortable to send queries off again.
Boring right? I know. About a month or more ago, I started sending out queries. Tentatively at first. Then one weekend where I sent out a large batch, trying to see if I could snag a willing agent. I got one to ask me for the first 50 pages, and then another who quickly asked for the full manuscript.
I was elated. No really. I was BEYOND ecstatic. (Yes that deserved an all caps emphasis.) But two weeks later...and no good news. They tell me they weren't engaged enough in the story, there was too much exposition and I needed to cut down and speed up the delivery.
Some choice words rolled off my lips and I felt the heartache seep in. Thanks to my writer's group, the rejection didn't sting as much as it could have. "We have faith," they said. "This is publishable! Don't give up!"
I stopped my eyes from rolling, thinking "Of course I'm not giving up. I just hate getting rejected."
I moped around some. People at work noticed, asked me about it, and then asked, "You've never been rejected --never been broken up with, have you?"
"Yes," I stated, sniffing a little. "Yes, I have. In FACT, I had a guy break up with me even before he'd taken me out on a real date." Ouch, right?
Anyway, long story short. Rejection stinks. But I haven't given up. With the help of my writer's group, I'm hauling ass and revising the manuscript. Although, I miss the days when the writing was more fun. The exhilaration of knowing, "This is it. This is my story. This is THE ONE."
My cousin is currently in that phase of the process and oh how I envy her.
Well. Whatever. I'll be there again, I tell myself.
Just as soon as I get this one published.
Back to work. :)
It's going to be travel season again. (For my "real" job that is.) I'm anxious for the change of pace. Three months of back to back traveling, sleeping in hotels, eating awesome, not-cooked-by me meals. Just what I need.
The San Francisco Writer's Conference is in February 2012, and you can bet your ass I'll be done with Violet Storm by then.
I don't even want to know. I'm going to wallow in shame and stamp "quitter" on my cheek for the world to see.
Wish me luck.
Here's me in Berlin, Germany with the bears standing guard at the Olympic Stadium.