So I haven't reached out to my blog followers in a looooong time. Many of you have been wondering what I've been up to the last six months or so. Well, I've been really busy. In fact, this has been the busiest year of my adult life.
I graduated in June with an MFA in Fiction from Southern New Hampshire University. In case you haven't heard of it, SNHU's
MFA program offers a 2-year low-residency degree in fiction and non-fiction. It's a small program and relatively new -- less than ten years old with about 70 students. My graduating cohort in June was ten. However, it's a program getting more and more national attention -- we just brought onboard Oprah Book Club pick
Jacquelyn Mitchard (The Deep End of the Ocean) as a writing fellow and faculty member. She was so impressed by the program that she turned down some other big MFAs to join SNHU. I am so proud of my program, and blessed by the opportunities it presents for graduates.
Speaking of that, the time has come to shop my YA book,
Down for an agent. Out of the ten writers I graduated with, one has already landed an agent. The time from submission to signing on the dotted line took an incredibly short amount of time -- she's a fantastic literary fiction writer, so none of us were surprised when she called with the good news. I let my book sit for good four months or so before I dared touch the thing. To be honest, I'm really tired. I work long hours at a full-time job, plus have
my own business doing
PR and marketing for authors (which I love!) and that leaves a little free time for reading/writing/cooking/cleaning the house/keeping my boyfriend and our three pets alive and well-fed. Inspired by my friend, I decided to pick up where I had left off -- so I gave my novel to some people to read and critique.
One came back with comments that were so helpful! She actually took the time to read and make track change notes in a Word doc for me -- catching silly things that I was oblivious to in my frenzied, sleep-deprived push to get the book polished for the end of the MFA. (My MFA is pass/fail, so there is huge pressure to make is good. And by good, I mean that the professors expect it to be of publishable quality.) The changes she suggested were minimal and easy. And, she said the book was really good. Everyone who has heard me read it publicly, or has read excerpts agrees. My faculty agrees, too.
Phew!
So, I jumped the gun a little and did what agents warn you not to do: query before you're ready. Okay, I technically
am ready -- the book is finished, has had a round of polishing, and there are no plot/character/setting changes to be made. (By the way, I am
really OCD about this book, so I wanted to do another round of polish before I let it leave my hands.) I queried on a Sunday night about two weeks ago. This is what happened: 3 requests for fulls; 1 request for a partial; 1 rejection. (Yay! I got my
first rejection!)
Okay, great -- I have some people who are interested.
The bad part? The manuscript is in front of me with my stupid little OCD changes I want to make and I can't do it.
I just can't. I have procrastinated by painting the house, watching TV, writing this blog entry. I am scared of making these changes and finally letting go. I am afraid of rejection, even though I've already been rejected. I know, it sounds bizarre. I guess I am deathly afraid of an agent telling me the whole thing sucks. Any writer can relate: you spend a few years of your life with a story, living it, breathing it, feeling it. It's like carrying a child. You complete the novel, you birth the child. And then you have to send it out into the world. This weekend was
so bad. I have been so afraid that I literally gave myself a panic attack that lasted hours Saturday night.
When you know you're meant to be a writer -- have felt it in your bones since being a little girl -- and it's the only thing that matters in your life, you're terrified of it being ripped away. My writer friends told me the other week that you can never lose your writing, because it's always there. I guess I am afraid of the world not accepting my writing, which I pour every ounce of myself into. It is me, I am it. Don't confuse this with me not taking constructive criticism -- I can. I've taken a lot. There is a difference between that and being told the whole thing's no good.
That is hard to handle.
That is my biggest fear.
However, as I sit writing this, I am thinking, what if all these requests in such as short period of time is a sign? One agent took only 5 minutes from when I sent the query, to him emailing me back with a full request.
That's got to mean something, right? Call me naive, call me green, but I'm being initiated into the "real" writing path to agentdom and book deal. It's exciting and terrifying and I hope I can look back a year from now and be proud of how far I've come.
But first, I've got to do some final polishing...