I’m not an adventurer. I usually leave that to my characters.
For me, I love my comfort zone because it’s cozy and it’s something that I know. I very rarely take risks without calculating all of the possible outcomes and yet, those risks and changes are what have made my life exciting. In those moments when I have to move out of my comfort zone, leave what I know or try something new, I get a rush of excitement.
As many of you may remember, one of my New Year’s resolutions involved sending out my first queries in the month of January. Writing is a passion of mine. I do it because I love it. But I’ve gotten to the point where I feel like it shouldn’t just be for me. I want to share it with others. Since I’ve decided to try traditional publishing first, that means querying.
I participated in #Pitmad earlier this month, and WOW! I was amazed by the fast-paced momentum that it went by. I’m glad I participated, and maybe someday later I’ll be able to participate in another twitter pitch session, but I’m not sure that I liked the speed that it went by. I much prefer taking things at my own speed, rather than trying to shout for attention. I did have one editor request a query and the first 500 words, so it was a good experience, just one I’m not sure I’d repeat.
The rush of having someone actually request a query was fantastic. The waiting, the anticipation… it was enough to make me want to try again. This time, I sent out a query on my own, where it was just one on one. I know the agent probably receives hundreds of queries a day, but at least I don’t have the feeling that I’m one of thousands trying to get attention. (Though it’s probably not an inaccurate description.)
Last week, I received rejections from both the agent and the editor. When I was talking to my mom about it later, I told her that I had the urge to print them both out and hang them up on the wall.
It’s not that I enjoy rejection. I don’t. But the fact that I was rejected also means that I tried. I took that first step toward publication. I tried and I failed. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t ever succeed. If I had never tried, then I would never achieve my goals. If I never take that step, then I’ll never get anywhere. And that’s why I’m going to celebrate this failure.
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