I wasn't going to post today--you know--take a day and read other blogs--but I happened to land on Renees (sorry I can't do the accent thing) and I felt pushed to blog a short note in response to her decision to put away her first manuscript.
Right now I have one completed manuscript that sits on an agent's desk. I'm sure she has already tossed it aside or should I say into the garbage can and I know that in approximately 22 days it will have been three months. Their Website says if you don't hear back by then expect a no (paraphrase). It's not been the first rejection on that book.
Then I have three other WIP --some almost done--some only with a few lonely chapters.
So a few months ago, I decided I'm a better short story writer than I am a book writer. I gave up. Felt much better and decided to put that part of my writing career aside.
Not the end. This past week, I found a publishing site that advertised some pretty cool looking anthologies. I sent a query to the editor about submitting a short story for one.
She wrote me back and said they were no longer taking any for anthologies but she would listen if I wanted to pitch a novel or a book of stories.
This editor writes books I've read before and she has offered to read a query from me. Can I tell you that my blood got to pumping again? That my dreams revived themselves and before I knew it--I was off and running again--dredging up my almost completed second book and wondering if it has what it takes to submit there?
So I'm off and running again. We never know what twists will occur in this awesome writing ministry that we do. Will it go anywhere--this new opportunity I have? Maybe or maybe not. Maybe I'm not a book writer--just a halfway decent Chicken Soup writer--but then again. . .