My muse locked herself in her room.
I persuaded her to come out for one blog post with a bribe of mini ravioli and Diet Coke with lime. Even though we are in a heat wave, only the sweet taste of comfort food can lessen the pain of a fresh rejection letter.
I was extremely excited about my first rejection letter, even though it was a photocopied form letter. The second rejection letter included my name and my manuscript title and said they really enjoyed reading my manuscript. The third rejection letter said they saw the manuscript's potential and included my name and my manuscript title and an actual ink signature!
Querying was like high speed sailing! I had a serious rush with each new letter. And I was moving up the rejection letter ladder.
Today's letter was different. It left me afloat in the middle of the lake; no wind in my sails.
|(by pale via sxc.hu)|
When I researched this editor, I wanted to write something for her. I just learned so much from her site as a novice writer. This manuscript had the benefit of a critique group. This manuscript was tailored to the editor's wants. Or perhaps it wasn't. Ahh, unrequited love.
My muse looked at me groggily with belly full of ravioli and burping sweet carbonated goodness. "You know we can't quit, right?" I know, muse. "Ice cream wouldn't hurt either." Anything for you muse.
The only way to stop drifting is to get some breeze in those sails. How about a challenge of sending 10 queries in the month of July? I think I can. Will you join me?