They say that I won’t last too long on Broadway
I’ll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say
But they’re dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won’t quit till I’m a star on Broadway.
"On Broadway"
Interestingly enough, I've been thinking lately about how the query process is much like a cross-country road trip. You start out all excited for new adventures and new scenery, with a "gas tank" overflowing with hopes and dreams, and a vehicle called the internet.
Like any other road trip, there will be stops (self-doubt) and starts (new agencies to query), wrong turns (form rejections), and wonderful sights (personalized rejections, requests for pages, partials and fulls).
Continuing on-course, the final destination (agent representation, your book sold, publication) is just around the bend. You may not see it from where you sit, pounding on the keys and obsessively checking email, but it's out there waiting for your arrival, with cake and champagne and helium balloons and maybe, if you're lucky, a small, grinning monkey that does cartwheels and handstands.
Of course, as you're querying, there are things you can do to make the process more enjoyable.
1) Wear diamonds. Yes, I'm not kidding. As you watch your fingers readying the next email query, it's a lot prettier when you're wearing diamonds that catch the light and throw rainbows onto the walls. In this case, more IS better, with diamond anniversary bands throwing the most light to guide you down Query Road.
2) Query in your pajamas -- heck, do it in a t-shirt and undies while sitting in bed. Thumb your nose at authority and professional protocol, in a way that won't impact your query letters or your chances.
3) Each time you hit send on a query letter, get up on your bed and jump up and down, like you did as a kid. Memorize how it feels to be launched into the air, and imagine your book doing the same. But a word of caution: remove all purring cats and snoring dogs, first.
Of course, even on Query Road, your vehicle can overheat. Sometimes it's one mile forward and two miles doubling back. At times the road will be closed, or you'll encounter a dead end. That's okay. It'll make for great stories, later.
I keep all this wisdom in mind today, especially after the request for pages I wrote about last week turned into a form rejection this week, along with two more form rejections -- one yesterday, and one this morning.
I'm still standing tall, or, um, sitting. I've got my diamonds on, the gas tank remains full of dreams, and it's full speed ahead.
If you find yourself rejected and dejected as you make your way down Query Road, pull over into the nearest Rest Stop (named after your favorite writer, of course) and give yourself permission to feel it; set a time limit, get a slurpee and a soft pretzel, kick the tire a few times, and then settle yourself back behind the wheel.
Take a deep breath, and repeat after me: There are amazing and exciting things just around the bend. There are amazing and exciting things just around the bend. There are amazing and exciting things just around the bend ...
Because that's what the published authors tell themselves.
"An ice age here, a million years of mountain-building there, plates of bedrock grinding against each other over a span of millennia... Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes, really. Pressure and time."
The Shawshank Redemption
It was just about the most exciting thing that's happened to me yet -- a few days ago I checked my email and found a response from an agent I queried, written like a regular email, devoid of stock industry phrases, requesting manuscript pages after reading my query letter and synopsis.
I'm just so excited.
It's good to know an agent thinks my novel's premise can hold up in the publishing world. She wanted to see if my writing style was a good fit. I'm still waiting to hear the verdict.
"Opinions vary widely in this business", as you get used to reading in rejection letters, and it's true; we'll just have to wait and see if it's my time to shine. If it is, great; I'm ready to go because I've done the hard, hard work, and I'll continue to do it. If it's not, it's not, and my time will come. I believe that's true for all of us.
The days have been getting kinder in the desert, a welcome break for humans and animals. The temperature during the day is still one hundred degrees or more, but the evenings are finally cooling off as the monsoon rains sneak in at night and work their magic.
Last night, sitting on the porch as the storm built up, my hot hair off my neck in a clip (and the breeze worth ticket money), I imagined the email with the next request: a full.
In anticipation, I woke up early this morning and reopened the manuscript file, starting at page one.
Stumbling into the kitchen a few hours later and seeing me reading away, my husband groaned at my declaration that I'd decided to go over the whole manuscript, all 387 pages, "just one more time". He now laughs when he hears me say "the book is done!" or "I'm done editing", because we both know the insidious, book-writing truth: it's never really done. A writer will always reread, recheck and fiddle.
A writer friend, upon hearing of the request for pages, was happy I'd no longer have to fret over disinterest or form rejections.
However, just last night another impersonal, form rejection arrived in my inbox. It just goes to show how subjective the business really is -- "Opinions vary widely in this business" -- as you sail your book out into the world, say, tasting like pizza when the agent had more of a hankering for wild cherries.
You just never know. It's why rejection is never a good reason to pack it in -- the pizza-loving agent may only be a query letter away, looking through her inbox, famished.
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”
Anne Frank
What I hope my penchant for writing becomes, is a catalyst -- a catalyst for thinking, and a welcome intrusion that breaks down the walls that separate us from each other. If you see something differently, or experience an epiphany from some thought pinned down on these pages, then my wish has come true.
From a very young age, I've been fascinated with the parallel universes that unfold through the books we read. Books serve so many wonderful purposes: taking us off to places we never imagined, and never forget; opening our eyes; making us laugh, cry, and think; doubling as teachers, offering us guidance, besides bringing us love, comfort, beauty, wisdom, and truth. Books are such good company; the magic between the pages of a good book is one of those rare, sure things in life.
Life has been hectic, lately, for so many of us. In this fast-paced world of worry and work, wars and natural disasters (along with the smaller, inevitable, every day kinds) stress can be like the houseguest who never leaves. A good book is like balm.
A few days ago, and in celebration of having finished my own novel, I went on a book-binge; one of the books I ordered, The Diddakoi, by Rumer Godden, I hadn't read since childhood. Excitedly haunting the window in anticipation of the UPS man, and having read the Reader's Digest Condensed Books version years ago, I was even happier knowing I'd be reading parts and passages not included previously.
Unwrapping the package and smelling the old, old pages, I lovingly placed the book on my night table and went about feeding the dogs and the horses, my husband and myself, along with other odd jobs such as folding the laundry, mopping the kitchen and filling horses' water buckets. Finally, with the dogs worn out and snoring under the covers, I settled in to read my newest treasure.
Engrossed, I read the entire 148 pages in one sitting, staying up late like when I was a girl. I fell in love again with the crisp writing style and emotionally smart story which pulls on the heartstrings. Propped up against the pillows, I cried on and off all the way to the end. Finally looking up and catching myself in the mirror across the room, I had to laugh at myself. I may have even hugged the book close, as the magical ride came to an end.
Now, that's good therapy, at $5.95 for three hours. The best writers pull us in to a world that often fills those empty places within us, including the ones we didn't even know existed. Who knew books had so much power? (We do, we do!)
