That Awkward Moment When…

….You accidentally send the wrong query to an agent. And I don’t mean, oops, I misspelled a word, wrong. I mean, oh my gosh, I just sent the someone else’s letter to the agent I’m querying, wrong. At first I didn’t realize it…I went about my business searching the internet for the next person to write. Only when I switched views back to Word, I realized my mistake. *Curses in head* *Blushes so red people think the sun has gone red giant* *Flails around like a maniac* All I can say is thank goodness no one was near to witness that little gem of a reaction. Me being me, I couldn’t just let it slide. If I was to let it slide, thirty years from now I probably wouldn’t remember any of my rejection letters, but I definitely would still feel embarrassed about that letter. Maybe the agent would long forget about the mistake, but I wouldn’t. Nope. It would still haunt me, that annoying little ghost of query letter past. It bothered me that even if it was just one person that I’d never met, I didn’t want them to have the wrong image of me. It was a mistake, but […]

Kickin’ It Old School

Because I’m a dork, I had the chance to actually send out a query via mail. A lot of agents don’t accept hard copies anymore and instead automatically recycle them. When I came across a chance to mail it in, I jumped on it. Nothing feels real when you send it by email; you click a button and it’s gone, sent off into the tech-o-sphere. When you send it by mail, you’re printing things out, checking a thousand times to make sure it’s ordered neatly, writing out the addresses in your best handwriting and placing your stamps on the envelope (thanks for the stamps, Mom). Doing it this way just feels more real and way more exciting. Palpable. Too bad that rejection letter will feel just as palpable. But, hey, you never know.


My second rejection letter came in on the 26th. A Sunday. Yes, happy end of the weekend to me. Here it is: Thanks so much for your query. I’m afraid your project just doesn’t sound like a good fit for my client list at this time. I wish you all the best with your career and hope you find the right agent match soon. This one almost broke me. The first rejection was kind of thrilling…but this one hurt. First off because I didn’t even warrant a name or a “Dear Author,” which I can understand that they’re busy, but it still feels very cold. Secondly, because it  feels offensive. And not to me… I know I’m not the next Stephen King or JK Rowling. It feels offensive to my characters Cain and Max. I’ve had them in my head for so long, been feeling what they’ve felt, hoping that they find their happiness, that hearing no to them is hurtful. A rejection is another no to sharing them with people, putting them on paper and letting them breathe. There’s still hope, though. That last line is good reminder of that. The trick isn’t about impressing an author with your mad writing skills […]

That First Dang Rejection

After I finished my last page of edits I got right down to business the next day, so that by July 22nd I had sent out a whole fleet of agent queries (speaking of which, a wonderful to place to check out agents is  On the 23rd, I sent out a whole new batch of queries because I wasn’t excited or anything. Not in the least.  At around 5:00pm that very day, I received my very first rejection letter: Dear Author: Thanks so much for letting us take a look at your materials and please forgive us for responding with a form letter.  The volume of submissions we receive, however, makes it impossible to correspond with everyone personally. Unfortunately, the project you describe does not suit our list at this time.  We wish you the best of luck in finding an agent and publisher for your work and we thank you, once again, for letting us consider your materials. In all honesty, I figured that I wasn’t going to be a break out writing star and that chances were the first agents I wrote to would most likely say “No” in some way, shape, or form. But no one really […]

Thanks for Joining Me!

Welcome! If you know me, then you can probably imagine how giantastic my smile is right now.  If you don’t, then just imagine the biggest, cheesiest smile you can think up, put a bright red face to go with it, and know that I couldn’t be happier to have you here with me. When a person admits that they want to be a writer, people to tend to give them the HA!-have-fun-starving, I-really-hope-you-can-afford-clothing, what-the-heck-are-you-thinking look. If you’re lucky enough, you might get a more excitable response instead and ask about what you’ve written or what you want to write, maybe even what literary works you hold to high esteem. Most of the time, though, you get that look and you’re forced to either bend to their will or stand up for yourself. Personally, I can never do either of those. I’m too passionate about writing to downplay that important piece (okay, chunk) of myself, but my fears hold me back from defending myself because the fact is, I can’t argue what I don’t know. No matter what I will always and forever be a writer at heart, but if I’ll get a book deal? If I’ll actually sell books? If […]