It's been busy around here. I sent out my first query for my urban fantasy, HIDDEN, last week. And....received a rejection this week.
This is part of the business. I've been writing long enough that this is nothing new to me. It still stings. But the only thing you can do is keep going. Keep writing. Move on to the next agent or publisher on your list.
So, this morning, I dusted myself off, gave myself a pep talk, polished my query letter a bit, and sent it to the next agent. Fingers crossed.
Novellas
I have two novellas submitted to Harlequin Nocturne Cravings now. I submitted the first one a few weeks ago, and the second, ABSORBED, went out yesterday.
I have to confess that I love writing novellas. They fit nicely into both my "day job" and the work I'm doing on some of my longer fiction projects. They're fun to write, and they give me the chance to try out genres and topics that I haven't dealt with often. I have ideas for two more that I'll be working on next.
Novels
Now that HIDDEN is in the submission stage, and I've done the best I can polishing and primping, I'm getting to work on the next book in the series. I think I threw a lot at my heroine, Molly, in HIDDEN, but she's definitely got her work cut out for her in book two. I'm at the "I am in lust with this book, can't sleep!" phase of writing right now. I'll take it. Because I know that, probably soon, I'll be in the "oh my god what did I get myself into?!" phase. Always a roller coaster.
Back to work!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Submission
No, not that kind of submission! Though this kind is fun in its own way.
I emailed my novella, "Wilder" to Harlequin Nocturne Cravings today. I re-read it about a thousand times, tweaked it, polished it till it shone. And then I hit "send."
It was, honestly, the scariest thing I've done in a long time.
When I hit "send" on the non-fiction work I do, there really isn't anything scary about it. I know. I've done my research, I've followed the guidelines, and I've presented the information my editor wanted. Job well done, time to celebrate with chocolate and coffee.
But this? This is something different. The only similarity is that I sent my best work, just as I would with my "day" job. But there is no sense of "whew. That's done. I rock!" There is the constant wondering: did I go into enough detail about this? Did I repeat myself? Am I going to bore the pants off of the editor who reads it? (God, I hope not!)
Is it good enough?
And that, that right there, is the scariest question of all. Is this, the best I can do at this point in my career, good enough?
All I can do is get back to work on the novel revisions, start the next novella, and try not to obsess. As of today, at least for the next few weeks or so, it is out of my hands.
Deep breaths. Where is the chocolate when I need it?!
I emailed my novella, "Wilder" to Harlequin Nocturne Cravings today. I re-read it about a thousand times, tweaked it, polished it till it shone. And then I hit "send."
It was, honestly, the scariest thing I've done in a long time.
When I hit "send" on the non-fiction work I do, there really isn't anything scary about it. I know. I've done my research, I've followed the guidelines, and I've presented the information my editor wanted. Job well done, time to celebrate with chocolate and coffee.
But this? This is something different. The only similarity is that I sent my best work, just as I would with my "day" job. But there is no sense of "whew. That's done. I rock!" There is the constant wondering: did I go into enough detail about this? Did I repeat myself? Am I going to bore the pants off of the editor who reads it? (God, I hope not!)
Is it good enough?
And that, that right there, is the scariest question of all. Is this, the best I can do at this point in my career, good enough?
All I can do is get back to work on the novel revisions, start the next novella, and try not to obsess. As of today, at least for the next few weeks or so, it is out of my hands.
Deep breaths. Where is the chocolate when I need it?!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
On Taking Breaks
I've been at this writing thing for a long time now. I've had a certain
amount of success. I have two non-fiction books under my belt, a nice
number of magazine articles, and a steady (though not entirely as steady
as I'd like!) income from my writing. And through it all, I've been
moonlighting, writing the kind of stories that take me away, that turn
me on, that make me feel like I'm living in another universe. I've never
tried publishing them.
They were not good. I knew that while I was writing them. Writing fiction is so different from non-fiction, it seems bizarre to call both things "writing." The confidence I have when writing about the things I write about for my day job just disappears when I'm writing fiction.
But, that's changing. Years of practicing, of reading like an addict, and I'm slowly but surely working my way toward submitting. I've been working on an urban fantasy novel for a while, and it's on its third draft. Each draft makes it feel less like my baby and more like a real book. This is progress.
Revision is hard. Revision makes me want to pull my hair out and scream into the night. But revision turns all of that mess of emotion and sex that is in my brain into an actual story. But it gets to be a bit much by the third time around.
I took a break, and wrote a novella. I like it. I'm not sure anyone will publish it, but I had a blast writing it and I learned a few things about storytelling. This time was not wasted. And it was a much-needed break from revision that stoked my creative fire again. I am ready to go again.
The only problem (if you want to call it that!) is that now I have two pieces in revision. Though, I'll take that problem over having nothing to revise at all.
They were not good. I knew that while I was writing them. Writing fiction is so different from non-fiction, it seems bizarre to call both things "writing." The confidence I have when writing about the things I write about for my day job just disappears when I'm writing fiction.
But, that's changing. Years of practicing, of reading like an addict, and I'm slowly but surely working my way toward submitting. I've been working on an urban fantasy novel for a while, and it's on its third draft. Each draft makes it feel less like my baby and more like a real book. This is progress.
Revision is hard. Revision makes me want to pull my hair out and scream into the night. But revision turns all of that mess of emotion and sex that is in my brain into an actual story. But it gets to be a bit much by the third time around.
I took a break, and wrote a novella. I like it. I'm not sure anyone will publish it, but I had a blast writing it and I learned a few things about storytelling. This time was not wasted. And it was a much-needed break from revision that stoked my creative fire again. I am ready to go again.
The only problem (if you want to call it that!) is that now I have two pieces in revision. Though, I'll take that problem over having nothing to revise at all.
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