It ain’t over yet.

I’m not done. This is what I have been fighting:  the feeling that I’m done.  I mean, I wrote the damn thing, I edited it, I gave it to readers for feedback, I changed, re-wrote, and polished it, I let it sit for a couple of weeks and then re-read and re-edited it.  I’m done right?  This is the part where I can relax and start something new, right? Actually not really.  I’ve got to send query letters to agents.  If I want to get a fair shot at finding a agent that will represent me, I have to research...

Rejected!

I got rejected in eight hours. The first agency I sent a query to preferred electronic communication.  I sent off a query letter with a sample of the manuscript as per spec, and by the morning already knew that they did not want to represent the book.  I have mixed feelings about this. First, I know its not personal.  Getting a form letter from a robot first thing in the morning, however encouragingly it may have been written, is decidedly impersonal.  They didn’t say that they didn’t like me.  They didn’t even say that they didn’t like my book; they...

Antiartists: The Beginning

Like a lot of people I have always wanted to write a book. Unlike most people I actually went and did it. What I want this to be is a chronicle of what happens afterward, when you have a manuscript and you want to see the thing in print.  And that is what I want.  My goal is to be able to walk in to a bookstore and buy my book, which means traditional publishers.  Which means agents.  Which means rejections.  Which blows. Because even though I work a professional 9-5 and am a suburban father and husband, even though...