In literature, when nine hundred and ninety-nine souls ignore you, but the thousandth buys your work, or at least borrows it — that is called enormous popularity. ~Arnold Bennett (1867–1931), English writer
You could have knocked me over with a feather the day I learned somebody wanted to publish my book.
I won’t bore you with details of how long it took to write it — snatching moments while my son Domer was at a sports practice or lesson, waiting in the car for him after school, between clients at work.
When I thought I’d finally finished writing, I asked some trusted associates to serve as beta (and proof) readers and incorporated the suggestions I felt appropriate.
Then I sent out queries seeking agent representation. Most didn’t bother responding; the ones who did (bless them!) said my premise was “interesting,” but the story “wasn’t right” for them.
Back to editing. Tightening prose. Reworking chapters.
Anguishing over whether this was the best story I could write — at the time — and investigating the advantages of self-publishing.
But another round of queries indicated I was improving — I received more replies than ignores, though still nothing substantial. Eventually, I decided to quit stressing and focus on writing the next book.
One day I was “killing time” on Twitter when I noticed a small publisher was accepting submissions, no agent required.
Seriously? Well, all right, I thought, and immediately sent them my query.
They liked it! Hey, Mikey, they liked it!!
They wanted to see a partial; then the full manuscript. (Yes, fiction needs to be completed before shopping it around; it’s nonfiction that can stand on a premise alone). Then came the day they told me they’d love to publish it.
Woo-Hoo! Happy Dance!
My point is, Never give up on your dreams!
When the world says, “Give up,”
Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”