Well, to pick up from Diana, Michele and Maggie, rejection is just part of the business. But you know what? It's always just one person's opinion. I mean, every time I go to a bookstore and fail to pick up a particular book, on one level, I'm rejecting it -- I didn't like it enough to buy it. But just because I didn't doesn't mean 4 million other people won't. (Exhibit A: the DaVinci Code.)
And just because my first book got me a two-book deal didn't mean that was the end of rejection for me. After
Murder on the Rocks sold, I got to work on another book after talking about the idea with my agent. That book didn't sell -- it got fabulous, frameable rejection letters, but it just wasn't the right thing at the right time. And then I wrote another proposal... which didn't sell. (I'll be blogging about this in more detail soon on the
BookEnds blog, which is a great writers' resource -- and my agent Jessica kindly posted my original
query letter there recently, if you're interested...)
But even though those rejection letters were... well, not exactly what I wanted to find in my mailbox... I learned something valuable.
Used to be I'd sit by the phone (or carry my cell phone with me everywhere) when a proposal went out, waiting for 'the call'. (The last time 'the call' came, incidentally, I happened to have forgotten the damned cell phone, of course.) After being burned a few times, though, I have a new strategy.
I start something else. Not a sequel -- God knows, not a sequel. Never again will I do that... at least not until the first book is sold. No, I start something completely different. I step back behind the brick wall I've erected around my 'writer' self (a very different creature from the 'marketing' self, which figures out what to do with the 'writer' self's products) and pour myself into my new project. Completely. Because, after all, it's the writing process that keeps me in this business. I love sitting down and dreaming up new worlds -- I get grumpy, in fact, when I don't. And I figure if the next book or proposal doesn't sell, why, I have about a hundred more ideas waiting in line. (I've learned to always be thinking of story ideas, too -- after finishing
Murder on the Rocks, I panicked -- didn't know what to do next -- and learned that I never, ever want to be in that position again.)
Fortunately, my strategy paid off, and my two non-starter proposals weren't the end of the story. (Don't you love happy endings?) I just signed a three-book deal with the publisher of my dreams (I mean, Ballantine publishes J.R.R. Tolkien's books, for Pete's sake), and am -- to put it mildly -- over the moon. Which stands to reason, really, because it's a werewolf series. And I'm having an absolute ball writing the books. But you know what I did the week after that proposal went out to the editors?
You guessed it. I started on another one.
The way I see it is, we writers like to write, and there will always be more ideas, and if we can just let our literary offspring go out into the world and do what they're going to do (with a little marketing help from us, of course) and focus on creating new things, I think we'll be okay one way or another. As long as we keep reading, keep writing, keep learning -- and of course, keep pushing the limits of our comfort zones.
Well. Now that I've given my little sermon on rejection, it's time for bed. But before I go, there are two things I promised myself I'd include: one, Susan Wittig Albert kindly mentioned
Murder on the Rocks on her wonderful Web log
Lifescapes (I'm thrilled, because she's like my mystery-writing role model)... and two, I just got word that the
Cozy Library recently added a
review of Murder on the Rocks. I read it, and I'm delighted. The author -- Diana Vickery, I believe -- is obviously a reader of rare talent and discriminating taste. :)
Well, that's it for now. Hope you have a fabulous week, and if you're a writer, a prolific one. I find coffee helps. By the way, one of my coffee shop friends asked me about the sandwich board the other day. Still holding out for free babysitting... ;)
Karen