The rejection begins...
Finally heard back re: my romance manuscript. As suspected, they said no. Which is pretty damn insulting, given the amount of excessively shitty writing they publish.
Which makes me wonder -- if the Publishers Of Crap don't want my writing, who will? I'm not even on par with bored housewives who suddenly pick up pen and write trite stories about sweet, two-dimensional blond-haired women and tall, macho assholes.
What a monstrous waste of time. What a monstrous waste of effort.
Why did I even think I could write? What magical button in my head clicked on and was able to convince the rest of me that I could actually do this for a living? God, I don't have enough armour for this.
It's a sunny, sunny day.
I feel like crawling into the oven with an armful of aerosol cans.
posted by /hg | 8:00 p.m.
6 Comments:
Don't be disheartened. You must be a good writer because you haven't starved to death yet. You're just not a good writer of trash, which is probably a good thing.
I'm reminded of a couple of jokes:
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a writer."
"Really? Which restaurant?"
Two people walk into a bar. One of them is a writer. The other one doesn't have any money either.
Chin up.
Marty.
Marty, you're BACK!!!
You might care to visit www.rohunter.blogspot.com where you can continue your stalking / site mirroring.
I've missed you, honey. We need to start things up again.
kisses,
ro.xx.
Oh, and Hannah, if you INSIST on writing for the 'Publishers of Crap'...
Personally, I'd rather sink writing something of which I was proud. Perhaps you should try this tack. For sure, writing stuff in which you don't believe ain't the way to professional integrity.
And there are easier ways to end it all.
From Ro. In Vietnam. Sinking, but doing it with style.
xx.
Ah, Marty. Thar be some good -- well, *real* jokes.
Thanks for the encouragement. It's always surprising and always much appreciated.
'Tis better to be poor, honest and fighting for the things you want, I guess. And if anything, this letter was a big fat reminder. Stupid gods and their lessons.
:)
Dear S(t)inker,
Maybe you can write thousands and thousands of words not be emotionally invested in both the work and your characters, but I had grown rather fond of my little couple. I wrote a romance novel in my style -- not the publishers. And that's why they slapped me down.
I don't compromise my professional integrity. I go through what I do because I love it.
It was an experiment that failed -- though not through any lack of trying on my part. I learned. I shall apply those lessons to my next project and trudge forward...
How many others can say the same?
Dear Miss Guy(ded),
Once again, your piteous mewings fall on deaf ears.
Suck it up, m'dear. People are dying, horribly, as we exchange comments. You're privileged to be able to write your romantic tales, far less sell them merely to transform yourself into rich-and-obnoxious-hannah who we'd all loathe.
Lack of emotional investment in nearly everything is do is my cross to bear, not yours. And I bear it bravely, so poo to you.
FWIW, my latest musings - a full series, no less - were accepted for publication, then the editor resigned and the magazine owners decided to change direction. Was I sick? YOU BET! But I got mad, I didn't feel sorry for myself.
However, I'm damn near perfect...
kisses,
r.xx.
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