Yesterday, besides Christmas cards, the mail had a rejection for Promiscuous Mode. This was a personalized letter, which I always appreciate, no matter how terse. The agent said he liked the plot and he liked the character, but he wasn't so keen on the writing.
Now most agents like the writing, don't like the plot and may or may not like the character. Whatchagonnado? This was not a crushing blow, as I always figured this agent wouldn't go for it, but I had an entree via a conference, so why not give it a try? After the holidays, I can send out a jillion queries.
Someone, somewhere is going to like this book. I just know it. It's funny and sad and scary and has lots of good characters. There's a cat who is kidnapped. My character has to decide between her husband and her boyfriend. A few odd geeks in the IT department. A murderous blonde. Some chick lit. A soupcon of technology. Lots of conflict. An exciting ending on a river of rapids. Jobs outsourced to Asia.
What more could anyone want? In a novel, that is.
Grapeshot,
who still has the holiday spirit.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
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