One of the most frustrating things is chasing down small publishers and presses that might, just might, be interested in taking a look at one of the two books I'm trying to flog. Whenever I get wind of one, I go to the web site and look for submissions. Guess what? Nine times out of ten they are closed for submissions. Try us again in 2007. Or something to the effect of "No more submissions, ever, keep writing but please go away." Sooooo depressing. Or they say it will take 6 months to take a look and don't you speak with anyone else about the book in the meantime. Groan.
World of Mirrors has a new protagonist, a new synopsis, a new ending (not as bleak) and only needs a new query, but I am in a kind of paralysis state. After 40+ rejections (if a rejection includes never hearing from the agent/publisher), it's hard to get going again. The book is interesting, with an unusual setting and a good premise. But I am having a hard time sucking it up and getting it out there to be rejected again. It is more fun to write Festival Madness and set scenes atChuck E. Cheese's and follow the inner muse.
Today we are going to visit the Peabody Museum in Salem and enjoy a seafood lunch somewhere on the harbor. Sun is out.
Onward,
Grapeshot
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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