I’ve been struggling lately in regards to querying my book. Struggling because after the initial fun of sending out emails and letters, well, it started to take a toll on my emotional health. The rejection wears you down. I know it isn’t personal, but it sure stings. Confidence, what the hell is that?
Recently I had a talk with my novel. It went something like this –
ME: “So, it might be time to take a break from querying. The responses are just not what we expected.”
BOOK: “What? Are you serious?”
ME: “I know how you feel, but this economy just has everything in some kind of eternal holding pattern.”
BOOK: “But I thought you believed in me? What about QUERY AND CONQUER as our mantra?”
ME: “Listen, I love you. I think you deserve the best, I really do. You are a great book, but what is the point of throwing you out there when the agents aren’t responding?”
BOOK: “But, but… what about NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER?”
ME: “I knew you would take this poorly, that is why I wanted to just talk about it, you know just think about it–“
BOOK: “It is that other book you are working now, isn’t it?”
ME: “You know I’ve started something new, but this doesn’t have anything to do with RIDING THE BLIND.”
BOOK: “I’m NOT going in that trunk. NO, NO, NO!”
Huh. Conversation over and we sent out a few more queries. Lo and behold, early this week I get a SASE envelope containing good news. A partial request from a great agent. Today, TWO full manuscript requests within hours of each other. Now what? I don’t know. Hopes are soaring again despite my best intentions.
My book, of course, is all “I told you so.”