I’m late to posting. I’ve been dithering all morning. I should have just posted on the first of the year. Now I’m insecure about things I shouldn’t talk about, you know, professional stuff.
This is easily one of the hardest parts about being honest as a blogger and a writer. There are things you shouldn’t talk about on the internet because if things go your way, you could have editors interested in your book scouring over your blog. That’s no big deal if you’ve kept your nose clean and managed not to vent your frustration at publishing and or the writing process.
And let’s face it, waiting is hard. Every now and again, even I have a disparaging thought about this industry. Why does it take so long? How come every agent doesn’t send some sort of response? Why are all the books that are getting requests/agents/bookdeals derivative of UberBlockbusterOfDoom?
Yeah, everyone has those thoughts. And after the queries start to pile up in rejection, we start to wonder why not us? And that’s where some writers go bitter. Worse, that’s where some writers paint themselves as bitter because you know what? Publishing is soul crushingly hard, and sometimes it doesn’t make sense (from the outside).
So instead of talking about my own trials and tribulations—the waiting and the wondering—I’m going to offer this up.
Sometimes, it’s not about how good of a writer you are. Sometimes, you have a great book. Sometimes your writing is beautiful, the book would win prizes left and right, it really could be wonderful on the list of a publisher, but none of that matters because there’s luck involved. Someone needs to have the perfect reaction to your book at just the perfect juncture in their life. What would sell a year ago is now the kiss of death, and it has nothing to do with how good the writing is.
In the mean time, pick yourself up, keep writing, keep querying. Good luck out there, and remember we all feel like this after we’ve been in the thick of it.