I’m a glass-half-full,
always-look-on-the-bright-side-of-life, positive person. But what is it about a
simple form rejection letter that turns us into a weepy, rage-y movie monster version
of ourselves?
I’ve collected a rejection slip (okay, email) or two (dozen) in my
day. And to comfort myself, I made grand plans for my rejection notes. I
loved Stephen King’s method of skewering them on a nail (later a hook when the
nail wasn’t long enough to hold them all) on his wall, and I’ve heard of
authors who wallpaper their bathroom with them, but I had something prettier in
mind.
This:
Paper bead bracelet |
Yup. I was going to send my rejections off to the magical land known
as Etsy where some craftsperson would roll those insignificant scraps of paper
standing between me and a dream and attach them to a bracelet that I could wear
to someday book signings as a giant raised middle finger (er, wrist, in this
case) to all those who blocked my path. I was going to print out another stack
to bring to school visits to say, “See kids? See? This is what it takes to get published these days.”
I have had a change of heart. I'm sure it has a little something to do with having a book deal, but I don't think that's entirely it. The more I’m exposed to the inner workings of publishing,
the more I’ve come to realize this one tiny nugget of truth:
It’s. Not. Personal.
No one hated me. I
actually don’t think anyone hated my writing either (though there was one agent
who hated my MC and told me so without mincing words). It just wasn’t there
yet. I had some more learning to do and
some more work to put into it. And I had to learn to see past the “I’m afraid I
didn't connect with…” starts and realize that a number of those rejection
letters were not form letters and were actually taking the time to point me in the
direction I needed to head. Most weren’t rejections, they were just… passes. “Not
yet's” or “not for me's”.
Watching my agent and author friends deal with editor passes
has been enlightening. My agent will absolutely commiserate and acknowledge
that, “Yes, it stinks this editor didn't fall so hard in love with this that
she’ll be naming her firstborn after your MC”. But then she'll shrug (I’m pretty
sure I can hear that through the phone line) and say, “Okay, here’s what we’ll
do next.” Because she knows what I'm learning: that this is just the way it works. Authors get
agent passes, agents get editor passes, editors get publisher passes, and
somehow in the midst of all that a few books get printed.
So I have a new bracelet plan. (I really, really want that
bracelet). My paper beads will include a pass email or even two, because that
was a big part of my journey and it was character building. But it will also
include the email my agent sent me asking if we could schedule “The Call”. It
will include squeely “I love this revision!” notes from my critique partners
and conference registration forms and the first page of my signed contract on
that fancy Simon & Schuster letterhead and my Publisher’s Marketplace
announcement and the letter of thanks I got after my first school visit and definitely a printout of this screenshot of this conversation with my editor:
It will be a celebration of the road to publication and I
will wear it proudly at signings and pass it around at school visits to show
kids and say, “See kids, see? This is
how it feels to get published these days and I hope anyone who shares that
dream goes for it.”
Okay, but seriously, readers. Please don't give my book a bad review on Goodreads because you do NOT want to know my plans for those!