Paul Whybrow
Full Member
I'm up to Chapter 11 of my fourth novel, with about 13,000 words written, and though I'm not entirely sure of where I'm going (I never am—about anything!), I'm happy with the progress of Sin Killers.
I had my 12th rejection email this morning, from the 60 I sent out this year. What rather unsettles me about these, is that they often come with a signature of someone I didn't submit to. I spend ages researching who is the best agent at an agency to query, as we're advised to do by publishing industry experts—apparently, 85% of queries are immediately rejected as they are sent to the wrong agent. To do that, and then hear back from someone whose name doesn't even appear on their website, makes me think that some work-experience flunky has been ordered to chuck out the last 1,000 submissions with a form letter.
It doesn't put me off—just makes me feel even more jaundiced about the so-called expertise of literary agents. It's hard not to get cynical when I look at the marketing side of selling books. Thanks to the huge success of three novels with the word 'girl' in the title—Gone Girl, Girl On A Train and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo—there's been a whole slew of crime novels that have 'girl' on the cover. Perhaps I should alter one of mine to 'Girly Girl Has Girl On Girl Action at the Gorilla Grill', (I'm going for the animal lover and foodie fans too!)
Never mind. I keep reminding myself of novelist and screenwriter William Goldman's observation, that:
“Nobody knows anything...... Not one person in the entire motion picture field knows for a certainty what's going to work. Every time out it's a guess and if you're lucky, an educated one.”
I'll just keep on plugging away while treating rejections from agents like the worms of the nursery rhyme.
How do you cope with rejection?
Nobody Likes Me (Guess I'll Go Eat Worms)
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.
Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
I'll cut their heads off
suck their guts out
and throw their skins away
Surprising how us girls can eat
worms three times a day
That's how we get our wiggles.
I had my 12th rejection email this morning, from the 60 I sent out this year. What rather unsettles me about these, is that they often come with a signature of someone I didn't submit to. I spend ages researching who is the best agent at an agency to query, as we're advised to do by publishing industry experts—apparently, 85% of queries are immediately rejected as they are sent to the wrong agent. To do that, and then hear back from someone whose name doesn't even appear on their website, makes me think that some work-experience flunky has been ordered to chuck out the last 1,000 submissions with a form letter.
It doesn't put me off—just makes me feel even more jaundiced about the so-called expertise of literary agents. It's hard not to get cynical when I look at the marketing side of selling books. Thanks to the huge success of three novels with the word 'girl' in the title—Gone Girl, Girl On A Train and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo—there's been a whole slew of crime novels that have 'girl' on the cover. Perhaps I should alter one of mine to 'Girly Girl Has Girl On Girl Action at the Gorilla Grill', (I'm going for the animal lover and foodie fans too!)
Never mind. I keep reminding myself of novelist and screenwriter William Goldman's observation, that:
“Nobody knows anything...... Not one person in the entire motion picture field knows for a certainty what's going to work. Every time out it's a guess and if you're lucky, an educated one.”
I'll just keep on plugging away while treating rejections from agents like the worms of the nursery rhyme.
How do you cope with rejection?
Nobody Likes Me (Guess I'll Go Eat Worms)
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.
Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.
I'll cut their heads off
suck their guts out
and throw their skins away
Surprising how us girls can eat
worms three times a day
That's how we get our wiggles.