I’m now a real writer, having received my first rejection! I thought I’d feel awful but, I didn’t feel anything, which is probably worse as it implies that I have lost any love I had for my book.
As I’ve explained before, usually people get agents before they have their books published, but this wasn’t how it worked out for me (due to the competition win). After all these months going it alone, I really understand why people value agents: basically, you can get walked ALL over without one, and that doesn’t sit well with me. I know nothing about agents, so only submitted my book to the one that I’d heard of. To be fair, it’s a biggie, and there was little to no chance of my work being accepted, but it was worth a shot. Turned out to be a shot in the dark (at least it wasn’t a shot in the foot…)
Anyhow, a very nice lady has given me another agent to try – I feel that this will be the second and last one, as I just can’t afford to keep doing this. I understand that tenacity is good, but bankrupcy isn’t! I have to BUY copies of my own book in order to send to agents, competitions and reviewers and, with postage, it’s too much. I could be spending that money on non-generic food and sunglasses that don’t have to have the legs bent so that they stay on my head!!!
In other news, a HUGE congratulations to Rae Earl, as her book, My Fat Mad Teenage Diary, looks set to be made into a TV show by Tiger Aspect – I’m thrilled to bits and jealous as hell!
30 days until the abseil…