I’ve seen a lot of posts lately about rejection, and the
struggles writers have had to be published. In an era when self-publishing
seems to be all the rage, and a dozen new technologies are changing the writing
world on a daily basis, traditional publishing seems to remain the ultimate goal
for many authors.
Yeah, me too.
Once upon a time, no other choice existed. I am just old
enough to be part of that reality. Oh, I started out with a bang. My first
biographical essay—a look at my great-great-great-grandfather’s Civil War
experience—hit the presses when I was all of eighteen. The author photo the
paper used was my junior school picture. I celebrated. I was on my way!
Then . . . nothing. For NINE years . . . nothing. Oh, I
wrote. Daily. I submitted frequently. I have more than 300 unsold short
stories, all written during that time, and multiple rejections on each one. But
when I finally sold one of those stories—ah, sky rockets! That 84-dollar check
meant I was the next big thing!
Well . . . maybe not. The second sale was still two years
away. I had a day job. Then a child. I wrote . . . some. I tried my hand at
screenwriting and even won an award and got my first agent. I had dreams of
breaking into the film industry.
Then came the divorce. And I wrote not a word for five
years. Nada. I finally reconnected with a friend in publishing and pitched a
devotional to her. She didn’t want the one I had, but hired me to write a
different one.
Once again . . . silence followed.
Then came a movie that lit a fire under my rear. The Matrix.
Groundbreaking in a lot of ways, what it did for me was to remind me of all the
things I loved that I’d let slip away. I dove back into them. And the
combination broke a block that I didn’t even realize I had. I finished a science
fiction novella, which got some editorial attention but never sold. I branched
out and finished a historical romance novella, which sold to a digital
publisher who was way ahead of her time—it sold no copies to consumers.
More rejections. LOTS of rejections. I turned to magazines
and sold a few feature articles. But I received even more rejections. At that
point, my rejection count was up over 500 of those silly form letters.
So WHY did I keep trying? Because I’m a writer. It’s my
mindset. It’s my calling. It’s in my blood. If I don’t write, I go nuts.
In 2005, finally, things began to turn around. I sold two
novels. Then a third. But I struggled to sell the next ones. Rejections abounded.
I signed with my second agent, so she got to handle the rejections—and I still
get them.
For me, thirty years passed between my first sale and the
time my writing career did more than stall. But I now have written and sold
more than ten books, and I’m working with my third agent.
I still get rejected.
Do NOT let rejections discourage you. The more you write,
the more you’ll receive. It’s part of the business.
But the business is NOT about the rejections. It’s about the
message, the stories God has placed on your heart. It’s about honoring His gift
to you. It’s about giving all of that—the gift, the stories—a voice, and
letting them be heard.
It's about the writing. Always.
Thanks for the plastic wrap view into your writing career. Your story inspires me to get BIC (butt in chair) now and to keep writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sharron! Perseverance is definitely the key.
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