Hello Dear Reader Friends.
As you know from a post last month, I’ve completed and am ready to share my latest book. I’ve sent out my first batch of query letters to agents I love and the responses are starting to trickle in, all three rejections. A very nice rejection, a form rejection, and a one liner. Luckily (maybe), I’m immune to rejection. Years of theatre will do that to you. We get told ‘no’ on a daily basis, in varying brutal ways.
I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. A book birthed out of the sudden death of a bestfriendparentbrother was doomed to be fucked up. The style is not my usual, straight-forward romp, but I couldn’t help it. The book wrote itself in a shockingly short amount of time. I just went where it took me and so far so good. I make everyone cry with it which is a weirdly god-like power, or at least I think so. Now I just have to capture that elusive Agent Pokemon. It should be noted I am the absolute worst at self promotion. Crafting those letters is almost physically painful. Yes, I know. This is a subjective business. Lots of people get rejections. Most people won’t make it. You can always self publish. Yadda, yadda.
Moments like these make me lament my lack of normalcy and wish I could be happy writing romance novels for about a day before I remembered MIDNIGHT SHOW! BOURNE! And let Jeremy Renner cure my ills. Now I’m all better. So here I am, back at square one, preparing to write yet another winding love story that will make the majority of people scratch their heads, I’m sure.
Should I try to ease people into my weirdness? A gander at the tiny notebook that holds stray plot lines and future project ideas reveals pages and pages that are all skipping off into the badlands. Coming Soon: schizophrenia, Stockholm Syndrome, and a graphic novel about Death who falls in love with a little girl. What has happened to my brain? Remember that Post-Apocalyptic YA I wrote (just like everyone else) that I shelved (and should probably get back to) until I could polish and make it stand out? Only one person (that you care about) dies in that one. Now my mind is full of monsters that eat babies and onanistic blood baths inside of stone people. I blame video games. Or Obama, maybe. Wait, who are we fingering this week?
Anybody know an agent who actually wants weird stuff? They all say they enjoy dark and strange but I need them to seriously want dark and strange. Are you playing the agent game or are you a fan of the self publishing world?