I have been querying my novel for seven months now. In that time, I received one request to read the full manuscript and about fifty rejections. Despite my hope, and prayers, the manuscript was rejected by the editor that had requested it.
I felt broken. Truly broken. Couldn’t get out of bed kind of broken.
My husband urged me to start querying an old manuscript I had written five years ago. Still feeling the effects of the last rejection, I refused. The work just wasn’t good enough, and if the novel that I had wrung out my very soul for couldn’t get a request, how could that juvenile attempt at writing get anywhere? He pushed again, saying “two are better than one.” On a whim, I took his advice and pitched the book.
I got a full request on my first pitch. I. WAS. STUNNED.
I polished up the manuscript as best as I could and sent it on it’s way. Feeling slightly more confidant, I started sending out a few more query letters to see if this book would have any more luck. While I waited, I also entered a pitch contest on Twitter called #Pitmad. I pitched both manuscripts. I got three requests, all for the second book. That’s when I realized that there is a time and place for every story. The story that I loved, and held close to my heart just held no place in today’s market… mostly because the market is flooded.
Embracing my “winning streak”, I entered a few more pitch contests, and was requested three more times! Surprise, Surprise… my original novel even got a FULL request.
I received a couple of rejection letters this week, but they were easier to swallow considering all the good that I have been surrounded by lately. So I am counting my blessings, enjoying this happy time, and rereading every word of the partial that was requested today, before I hit the send button.