If you recall from my PPWC recap, I pitched Warmaiden twice. Through some miracle I managed to land four requests for the full manuscript from those two pitches. How? Well, check that post for the details.
That was April. Now to fast forward to today.
The final rejection from those four requests rolled into my inbox today.
Of the three agents that requested materials, two of them sent me very nicely worded rejection letters for the novel. One of them sent me nothing, even after I sent a polite follow-up email. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I could go on a tear about responding to people you meet at conferences (as opposed to those pseudo-anonymous queries) as the polite thing to do, but I don’t see that as being productive. I’m assuming the “no response after almost four months means a solid, ‘No Thanks.'”
The one editor that requested materials from me also sent me a rejection a few days ago. He gave me some really sound advice and some great pointers on what to improve in my work. He didn’t have to do that. He’s a really nice fellow for taking time from his busy schedule to give me four paragraphs of feedback rather than a simple, “No.” Good on him. If you’re that editor, and you’re reading this, you know who you are. To you, I say, “Thanks!”
I’ve taken his advice to heart and am already working toward learning what I need to in order to improve upon the weaknesses he pointed out in my writing. I’m not quite ready to delve into the serious revisions of the story just yet. More learning and help from friends is necessary first.
This has been a rough time for me. So much time and energy has gone into something that may end up in that proverbial trunk. I’ve accepted the fact that this novel may go nowhere. That I may strike out again and again if I refuse to let it go.
I’m not ready to let it go just yet. I’m willing to step up to the plate and take another swing with the novel.
Will I end up continuing my streak of batting a solid .000? Will I hit that home run? Will it be a “game winning” chance at the plate?
I don’t know yet.
That’s why I’m not giving up.
Until I know for sure the project is dead, I can’t bring myself to resign.