I still have yet to have an agent ask for a copy of my manuscript. I am not certain if my query is terrible, my subject matter unappealing, or my work genuinely not publishable.
Another rejection. Another standard form letter.
I have spent over 6 months now sending out queries and being “lucky” to get a form letter back.
At least it’s e-mail so I’m not paying postage.
Perhaps I should sign up for one of the expensive classes through Writer’s Digest. At least they’re somewhat reputable.
But that gets back to the issue of writing as a hobby. Do I want to be published? Yes. Do I want to be a best-selling author? You betcha. Would I love to be the next Stephen King? Of course.
I know the likelihood of any of these things is right down there near zero.
Sure, I finished a book, but lots of people manage that.
I put together a blog.
Need to get a Twitter account, I guess.
But the actual business of getting published? I am starting to see it as an impossible dream.
I have a good-paying day job. Two wonderful kids and an awesome spouse. All the time I spend writing is time I’m not spending with them. It’s time I’m not spending reading, or playing video games, or going for walks. Or doing any number of other things I enjoy.
It takes a long time to write a book. A longer time to edit it, rewrite it, and edit it again.
After 20 months of working on my two novels with nothing to show for it other than a couple handfuls of e-mail rejection letters, I’m growing weary.
The writing itself has been hard lately, too. So many things in real life keep getting in the way that there isn’t enough room in my head for my characters to talk anymore.
I have heard some people tout self-publishing. But that gets back to trying to sell your work, and I am awful at that. I already know that about myself.
So where does that leave me?
Back where I was a few months ago, I suppose. Considering quitting this nonsense and refocusing my time.
DH encouraged me to keep writing if I love it.
While I do enjoy the character creation and storytelling of writing, the constant edits, revisions and rewrites? That’s work. And I already have a day job. One that actually pays me.
I’ve considered sending it out to a professional editor to review, but that’s extremely expensive (think cost of a used car expensive) and not in the budget right now.
I asked myself what does it cost to be done with trying to get published, load my baby onto Amazon, mashable, or whatever other platforms are out there and call it a day?
I’m not sure. Maybe that’s why so many people do it.
And maybe I’m just feeling contrarian and don’t want to be like other people.
For now, I’ll give the query letter another try and at least consider the class.