I know it’s been a while since I’ve blogged – sometimes life has the habit of getting in the way, something I’m not always proud of. I wish I could say a lot has happened on the manuscript front, but there is not much to report.
After my first round of submissions, I have yet to receive the “yes” I was hoping for. But I won’t let that hiccup stop me. I was given some constructive advice and now I’m in the process of making those necessary improvements. Unfortunately, it’s been a little more difficult than I expected, especially since my whole creative process has been thrown into a tailspin.
In the past, I’ve always had my own space – a room away from the pressures of everyday life. With my laptop in front of me and my books nearby, my bedroom was a writing sanctuary of sorts. Now, living with my husband, everything suddenly went from “my” to “our.” It’s not “my” room, but now “our” room. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great – on a personal note, I’m happier than ever, but I’m now struggling to find my place to think and write.
Words that originally failed to resonate with me in university are now ringing true, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf must have been married when she wrote that.
Now more than ever, I realize that I need my own space. Away from the disruptions of life and household chores, a place I can just be with my thoughts. Since I don’t have that perfect room, I think I’ll at least try to find the mental space I need and give myself a designated time to put everything else aside and just write.
Well…maybe not. No news can only mean one of two things – thanks, but no thanks or we haven’t got around to reading your query yet. Let’s just say, I’m hoping for the later.
I understand that things slow down in the summer, explaining why I haven’t heard back from my remaining queries in the last week or so, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to hear some response.
Some response? Who am I kidding, I want that ‘yes.’
So I’ll cross my fingers and hope that these agents are on summer vacation, enjoying the warm weather and the sun. And when they’re back, they’ll be refreshed and excited to read something new.
For now, I’ll appreciate the last few weeks of summer (even with the back to school commercials already airing) and more importantly, enjoy the few remaining weeks before my Labour Day Weekend wedding. I couldn’t think of a better distraction.
Even though I am away from the city, up at the cottage, overlooking the still waters of the lake, my laptop still tethers me to my everyday reality. I can’t help but check my emails and stay in touch, even when everything here – the beach, the pool, and the Muskoka chairs – are screaming at me to relax. I guess I refuse to let myself really get away, even when every morsel of my being knows I need this little break.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when I received another response to one of my queries today. And even with the beach calling, I still needed to see what it said. But this time I didn’t hold my breath, I didn’t pray for a ‘yes’ (even though I definitely wanted one), I just let whatever was going to happen, happen. So I read.
Like all the others, it began with a pleasant greeting and a thank you for sending my interesting query. Then this one continued, “The concept has many worthwhile elements, but due to our workload, I do not believe we are quite the right agency for this project. We are rarely able to add new authors to our roster.”
All right, so it wasn’t a ‘yes.’ But at least it was a positive and somewhat encouraging ‘no.’ They thought my book was worthwhile. And I know that someone else will feel the same, someone who can take on more authors.