Oh look, there’s a picture of my actual book as it was being celebrated by my dear friend, Susan (you’ll meet her in the book). No, you didn’t miss my debut. It’s 11 days, 3 hours, 27 minutes until the official release (not that anyone’s counting). But let’s just say there are a few early copies out and about.
Ah, so at this happy time in my life we are blogging about the dreariest of topics: rejection. Well, maybe it’s fitting. I think for a lot of us beginning authors, we think that once we get past the early and necessary pile of rejections (agents, publishers, magazines, you name it – I’ve been rejected by them), it’ll be rejection-free smooth sailing from here on out. But the truth is, the entire path of publishing is littered and potholed with rejections. Yeah, we all know too well about rejected queries and passed-over submissions. But there are also rejections of second (third, fourth?) novels and book proposals. (What? And here we thought if we climbed our way out of the slush pile once, we could breathe free forever!) Then there are the insidious rejections that come by way of bad reviews (How dare you say my baby’s ugly?!) and the outright rejection of poor sales! And that’s just on the professional level. The last I checked, the rest of life was mired in rejection as well: schools that didn’t accept us, jobs we weren’t offered, friends who don’t return our phone calls. I still smart over the Fulbright award I didn’t get when I was doing HIV/AIDS work in Uganda. (And I didn’t even submit my portfolio in a duffel bag!) And we haven’t even started on unrequited love. My god, it’s a minefield of rejection out there!
So what words of wisdom can I possibly offer? Only these: DO NOT GET OUT OF BED!
Truly. This is the best I have to offer. Because frankly, when it comes to handling rejection, I am the worst at it. I take EVERY slight personally (oh, so sorry your dog died … was it something I said???). And I am so thin-skinned you could read a newspaper through me. (Now that is a truly disgusting image and, again, I am so sorry if I offended you.) I know, I know, this is no way to go through life, nor through the publishing industry. Because I know what’s coming: the feedback, the criticism, the bad reviews, the helpful readers writing in to tell me about all the typos! And I am trying desperately to steel myself for it all. How? you ask? Well, I am taking to my bed and taking a helluva lot of dark chocolate and red wine with me!
If you don’t hear from me next week … you’ll know why!
~ Deb Eve