Luck Favors the Prepared

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by Loren Rhoads

 

In 2007, my husband was approached by a New York agent looking for someone to write a book on independent Japanese music.  Mason would have been a perfect candidate to write the book, but he didn’t feel ready to take on the project.  So the contact languished, until I had a proposal written for a book of essays I’d edited.

When I queried to Mason’s would-be agent about Morbid Curiosity Cures the Blues, I got no response.  I let a month pass, then queried again. This time the agent wrote back to say he wasn’t interested, but his assistant was.  She was becoming an agent herself and wanted to see my proposal.

The day she agreed to represent my book was one of the happiest of my life.  I became Hannah’s second client. Morbid Curiosity Cures the Blues was the second book she sold.  In June 2008, it went to auction and won a five-figure advance.  I thought I had it made:  New York agent, book contract with Scribner.  My agent was interested in representing my fiction as well as the nonfiction. We talked about my writing career.  She said she was in it for the long haul.  Scribner saw my book as a perennial and wanted to keep it in print.

Then the economy collapsed.  The day my advance check came, my bank failed.  Everyone else was in line at the local branch of Great Western Bank to take their money out. I alone was depositing a check. The bank was insured, so I stood a chance of getting the money someday. If I didn’t deposit it and the bank the check was written on failed, it might be a meaningless scrap of paper.

Because the subject matter of the book was dark, Scribner decided to publish the book in October 2009.  I worked hard that month, talking to 17 radio hosts across the country, reading in 11 bookstores from LA to Seattle.  I interviewed all the contributors to the book on my blogs. I did everything I could think of to sell books.  Then the holidays came along and no one was interested in talking about dark subjects any more.

Borders closed.  Indie bookstores closed.  My publisher decided to pulp the paperbacks, but keep the ebook in print indefinitely.

I sent my agent a proposal for a completed book of cemetery travel essays.  She made me revise the proposal over and over to answer the question of why anyone would want to visit cemeteries (a question it took me 332 pages to answer in the book itself).  She had nibbles on the proposal, but no one would commit to the book.

Over the next three years, I sent her a completed urban fantasy novel. A completed horror romance.  A completed space opera. A completed collection of previously published morbid personal essays.

In the end, I sent her a total of six books.  She sold one.  She took a proposal for another, but couldn’t find a home for it.  I was crushed.  I wondered if I’d ever sell another book.  I spent several months so depressed I barely wrote anything.  I felt like I was mourning a break-up, even though my agent never officially broke up with me.  It was just that the agency she worked for had morphed from representing interesting edgy work to selling celebrity cookbooks.  My work didn’t fit their mission any more.

A friend I met through the Horror Writers Association asked if I had any books for his new publishing company.  He bought my collection of cemetery essays. A small publisher that I met at a World Horror Convention bought the horror romance.  An author I read with said he was working at an ebook publisher and asked if I had anything he could read.  He bought my book of morbid personal essays.

I contacted one of the guys who worked at Borderlands Bookstore, my local genre bookstore. He’d co-founded an indie science fiction publisher that had been subsumed by a New York publisher, but he was still working for them as an acquiring editor. I told him I’d written a space opera he might like.  When I submitted it, I told him I had a Nanowrimo draft of a sequel to the first novel.

Two weeks after I submitted The Dangerous Type, Jeremy asked to see the unfinished sequel.  Then he wrote to say he’d told the publisher they should offer me a three-book contract.  “You can write a third book, can’t you?” he asked me, after the fact.

Three years after the last rejection from my agent, I’ve had four books published.  They include Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel (Western Legends Publishing), As Above, So Below (Black Bed Sheets Books), The Haunted Mansion Project: Year Two (Damnation Books), and All You Need is Morbid (Wattpad).  Getting all those books into print helped secure the contract for the trilogy that will be coming out over the next five months.

Three years ago, I was so close to giving up writing.  The goal of my life had been to sell a book to a big New York publisher.  I thought that having an agent who was as committed to my career as I was meant that I had it made.  And then everything fell apart.

The seven books I’ve sold since leaving the agency haven’t netted me anything near the five-figure advance my agent scored for me, even cumulatively.  That big advance almost ended my writing career:  my book didn’t earn out its advance and that made me a bad risk for any other big publisher.  If I hadn’t gotten greedy, egged on by my agent’s enthusiasm, I could have made a smaller New York publisher very happy.  Instead, I had to get out of Dodge.

Each book I’ve sold on my own has been a step on the ladder back to the career I’ve always wanted.  Money is great, but what I really want is for people to read my books.  Every kind email from a reader, every glowing comment on Facebook, every great review makes the sacrifices worth it.

This past year has been rough.  Even though I signed the contract with Skyhorse for the space opera trilogy in February 2014, I didn’t get the editor’s notes on the first book until mid-October.  I finished the final draft of The Dangerous Type by mid-November, then dove into Kill By Numbers.  I expanded it from the 50,000-word Nanowrimo draft into a complete first draft.  The final draft of that book went in the first week of February. Then I turned to No More Heroes, which was nothing more than two scenes and an outline when I began.  I wrote the first draft, got the editor’s notes, and turned in the polished final draft on June 8.

No way could I have written and revised a 95,000-word book in five months without the training I’ve gotten writing all those earlier books, both the published and unpublished ones.  When it comes out in November, No More Heroes will be my tenth published book.  It’s the seventh novel I’ve written.

The most important lesson I’ve learned from all of this is to never quit.  The more people you meet – editors, publishers, other authors – the more opportunities will be presented to you.  That’s important and useful, but if you haven’t done the work – if you haven’t written the words, haven’t learned the tricks you need to keep your body in the chair, your fingers on the keyboard, plowing forward – all the opportunities in the world won’t help you.

Write the books you want to read. Do it for yourself. Luck favors the prepared.

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What is Success?

“My friend told me about your book. She said it was great! So I was excited to find it in my book bag! ”

Pinch me, someone. But no, it wasn’t a dream. A fan stood before me handing me my novel to sign at World Fantasy Con last year. How do I measure success? At that moment, all my years of writing had been wrapped up and tied with a bow with balloons floating overhead. Singer of Norgondy was being talked about by readers I’d never met! Wow.

Tea cup moments. I write fantasy novels. And I help edit the online genre magazine New Myths (check it out! the spring issue just came out at newmyths.com) I don’t “see” stories generally in the modern world around me. But my fantasy world is crowded with characters shouldering their shovels and circling me, shouting at me, heigh ho, it’s off to work you go. Decades of writing. Never really caring enough to publish. Just needing to write their stories. And more stories. And more stories…

There is an exception to my writing only fantasy. The real world does come alive with stories that have to be written in what I call tea cup moments. The closest literary term is flash fiction. But these flashes aren’t necessarily fiction. They’re the moments in people’s lives around me that shine with a sudden understanding. Most people walk around, day in, day out, same ol’, same ol’, in a pantomime, not necessarily unhappy, not necessarily in drudgery, just…unaware. Then that tea cup moment strikes, and they’re in a elevated moment of self-perception. The world sharpens and their life comes into focus enough for them to glimpse who they are, why they are, or who they could be. You can see it when people enter that state or hear it in their words when they make an observation of it. That startled moment can define them in your memory of them from then on. My father, for example, stood in the howling wind watching the sunset before his heart operation. His white hair whipped about his head, his eyes sparked bright blue. “Anyone can love a beautiful day,”he said, facing the coming storm. “But this, this is living!” Thirty years later, beyond all my other memories of him, I still see him in that one precious moment that defined him to me. A moment so short you can hold it in your hand, like a tea cup puppy, and once caught, you have to clutch it hard forever before it’s gone. Those are the moments I write about the real world. When real people sharpen into characters with a perception of life.

My tea cup moment as a writer came at that signing table at World Fantasy Con. I’ve signed copies of Singer of Norgondy many times at several signing tables. But that first fan who said her friend had told her told how good my novel was before she ever came to the Con and met me, defined success for me. Thank you, whoever you are, I’ll remember you all my life.

I self-published Singer of Norgondy. I’ve written novels for almost 40 years, my obsessive compulsion. But I was never interested enough in trying to publish my novels, not enough to go to a publisher or go to an agent. I’m not exactly an Emily Dickinson as some people have called me, I do like other people reading my novels, I do like other people enjoying them and finding the ideas in them interesting. But I wanted only to learn how to write, how to bring characters to life, how to make each novel better, each a little closer and truer to the world as I see it or wanted it to be. I attended the first Odyssey workshop in 1996 and started writing Singer there. I learned then that other people really did like my fantasy writing, enough that my classmates wanted me to moderate our first reunion workshop in what was to become the glorious TNEO workshop for graduates of Odyssey. Now, almost 20 years later, I’ve finally decided to start bringing out my novels, letting others read them.

So self-publishing was an ideal option for me. It’s the only way I would have published at all. Singer of Norgondy is available on Kindle and as a trade paperback at Amazon and bookstores, and even in a few libraries. It fairly consistently earns 5 stars from readers. My other works and more about my fantasy world can seen at my website holdenstone.com — I welcome all of you to come join me there and offer suggestions and comments.

Self-publishing, self-promoting, what little I do of it, works for me. But would it for you? If you are a novelist listening for advice, would I recommend self-publishing? I don’t know. It’s not an easy road. You possibly might sell more if you go through a publisher — that is, if the publisher actually promotes your book (not good odds on that, unless you’re already a famous author), and if your novel sells off the shelves within the first two weeks of its launch. Have you ever noticed how a bookstore is like a graveyard for remaindered books? Dreams and hopes and years of hard work that were poured into those thousands of books that never sold and will never be read, a bookstore can be the saddest place in the world for me. But e-publishing and print on demand books are a whole new story, increasing the chances of your novel being read for years to come. And self-publishing– as long as your book is very well edited or workshopped — can be a great option for making your novel available without a begging a publisher to “please, just look at it.” (And agents? I honestly don’t think agents have much of a future in publishing anymore, at least not for an author just starting out, why beg them at all to be nothing but a middle man for something you can do yourself now?)

But self-publishing is not for everyone. It still does carry a sting of illegitimacy. Unfortunate, but true. It doesn’t carry the prestige of a novel brought out by a publishing house. At the major Texas state fantasy convention in Austin, you can’t be on a panel or give a reading if your novels are self-published. Thankfully World Fantasy Convention held each fall no longer has that official bias, and other conventions will slowly, I think, follow suit. But we’re not there yet. Also, at some independent bookstores it’s hard to ask for a reading or a signing event if your novel is self-published. At a few you even have to PAY! them for the privilege of displaying your self-published book for a week or two, and pay them $100 more to do a signing there or even more to do a reading in a back room. On their side, I can see their point, there are so many self-published authors who would swamp small independent bookstores without any guarantee their novel is good enough for the bookstore to sell. A novel sent by a publishing house may or may not be any better, but at least the independent bookstore owner knows the novel was at least read and accepted by an editor. But for self-published novelists, that bar to distributing your books is still pretty unfair. And above all, remember, having someone else — a publisher — promote your novel is probably still the easiest route to getting the word out about it.

So, although I’m happy with my experience of self-publishing Singer of Norgondy, and I plan to self-publish more of my novels, I probably don’t recommend it yet to everyone.

Good luck, and I hope to read you too, someday.

Just One Editor’s Opinion

Just One Editor’s Opinion

By Vonnie Winslow Crist

This is the first tale of perseverance I usually tell a writers’ group or classroom. It’s not a pretty tale, and alas, it is only one among many moments in my writing and illustration career where good old-fashion determination opened a door. Or in this case, a magazine page.

I’d already had several dozen poems published in literary and speculative (science-fiction, fantasy, horror) magazines in both the USA and UK when I started to submit fiction. My stories were very short at the time – barely drifting to word counts above the flash fiction level. Still, it was a big step for me to leave the comfortable poetry niche and venture into the unknown world of prose.

When you have even slight success publishing your writing (which you can cheerfully list in your cover letter), many people think all of your worries vanish. I’m here to tell you, “Nope!”

Whether you’ve had one story or 100 published, the acceptance or rejection letter will most likely be based on one editor’s opinion. What if the editor is having a bad day when they read your submission? What if the editor has a cold or their babysitter didn’t show up or they had a fight with their mom or a deer ate their bean plants or… Well, you get the idea.

Let’s get back to the story: I’d completed an odd tale about animal crackers. Using a market source similar to www.ralan.com , I’d found several markets which sounded like they might be a good fit for “Animal Crackers.”

I carefully typed (yes, I’m talking a typewriter) a copy of “Animal Crackers” along with a cover letter. Then, I folded the 6 pages of white paper in thirds, and slipped the submission along with a self-addressed, stamped envelope into an envelope carefully addressed to a small press speculative magazine published in New England.

How do I know it was six pages? In those days, you could send a cover letter, a 5-page story (or 5 poems), and a SASE for one stamp. If you sent 7 pages or used really “good” paper, then the envelope was too heavy and you needed to get it weighed at the post office. (I live in a rural area, so the Post Office is not close).

While I waited to hear from New England Editor, I worked on other stories and poems. About 10 days later, my SASE arrived in my mailbox. Hoping for an acceptance, I opened the envelope and read one editor’s opinion of my story. I will paraphrase, but rest assured this is nearly a word-for-word rejection letter:

“Dear Mr. Crist (yes, I am a Ms.), This is to inform you we won’t be using ‘Animal Crackers.’ It is a terrible story, and I see no value in your writing. Please do not send anything else to us. In fact, I would encourage you to stop writing and find something else to do with your time. Regards, New England Editor”

For a minute, maybe 2, I felt like crying. The rejection note was personal and unkind. What sort of person would write such a mean rejection? Then, I did what I’ve done many times since, I sat up straight and looked up the next magazine on my list of prospective publishers for “Animal Crackers.”

New England Editor had returned my story in excellent condition: no tears, no coffee stains, no smell of cigarettes – so I didn’t even retype the story. I wrote a new (though nearly identical) cover letter to Virginia Editor, slipped it and the story along with a SASE into an envelope and sent it to the next small press magazine on my list. Then, I went back to work on other stories and poems.

About 10 days later, my SASE arrived in my mailbox. I opened the envelope and read one editor’s opinion of my story. I will paraphrase, but again, this is nearly a word-for-word acceptance letter:

“Dear Ms. Crist, This is to inform you we will be using ‘Animal Crackers.’ It is a wonderful story. Please send us more of your work for future issues. You should receive your contributor’s copy in about 6 weeks. Best Wishes, Virginia Editor.”

So why an acceptance the 2nd time around? Both Editor #1 and #2 were male and about the same age, ran a speculative small press magazine, paid in free copies, and had similar circulation numbers. Both editors had professional credentials of about the same level.

The difference between a nasty rejection and a gushing acceptance letter was simply: One Editor’s Opinion. Whether an editor loves your work or hates it often has nothing to do with your writing. It can have everything to do with the editor and what’s going on in their life. Or perhaps, the editor has just accepted a story thematically similar to yours or maybe they have a prejudice against stories told in the first-person or they only have room for a 2,500-word tale or…

Rejection letters are not something to shed tears over, rather they should challenge you to submit again (and again and again if necessary). You need to believe in your writing. Let me repeat that, you need to believe in your writing. Double-check for errors (or coffee stains) and submit rejected work to another editor. Because in the end, it’s just one editor’s opinion.

Vonnie Winslow Crist’s poems, fiction, and nonfiction have been published in Italy, Spain, Finland, Australia, Canada, the UK and USA. Her YA fantasy novel, “The Enchanted Skean,” was a 2014 Compton Crook Award Finalist, and both of her recent story collections, “Owl Light” and “The Greener Forest,” were voted Top Ten Books in the P&E Readers Poll. A Pushcart nominee and 2-times Writers of the Future Honorable Mention winner, Vonnie’s stories regularly appear in speculative anthologies and magazines.

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Back from the Brink

A few years ago, I had reached an all-time low.  I had recently finished my two-book contract and the publisher declined book three (given that they had announced it as a duology, I was not especially surprised), and my agent stopped responding to phone calls, including the message I left which said it sounded like I should be looking for a new agent.  I guess that’s one way to unload clients, if not a very professional one.

During this slow-motion career nosedive, I had tried, and failed to write anything new. I did have one project I really believed in, but my agent’s inability to sell it (or perhaps even to submit it, it’s hard to say) had undercut my faith in what I felt to be the best book I had ever written.  And if your best book isn’t good enough, well, you’re screwed.  I started a few other projects and played around with some ideas I liked, but nothing seemed to stick.

The absolute nadir came at the World Fantasy Convention that year, when a friend of mine had just sold in a Major Deal to an editor I hoped to work with, and had his work praised in the exact terms I had envisioned for myself.  Seriously—imagining your success in great detail is supposed to be a good motivator, but when it seems that this detailed success is bestowed on another, well, you kinda think about finding a different career.  Outside Sales, for instance, starts to seem much less soul-killing.   Then, just to rub it in, the one meal I had outside the con, meeting up with family in a distant restaurant—that same friend was dining at the next table, positively glowing.  No, I did not pick up my steak knife and apply it to one or both of us. I think I even managed to convey some enthusiasm for his success.

But that night at the hotel, I knew I had to turn it around.  Sure, this contract hadn’t worked out, and that agent had left me worse off than I would have been—I couldn’t do anything about the past—but I could still take charge of the future.  That had to begin with the present, but what to do?  I re-read my other project and decided it was still worthy. I could not find an agent to take me on, so I shrugged and started submitting to publishers on my own.  What did I have to lose?

The fact that I wasn’t writing, however, troubled me even more.  If this project didn’t sell, where would I be?  I had nothing else to offer, and I still couldn’t get traction on a new project.  Note to self, and others:  one of the signs of depression is that you can no longer enjoy the things you used to love, like writing, for example.  The simple act of writing no longer brought comfort, hope and energy.

I was griping—er—commiserating with a friend who was in a similar place.  Wanted to write, couldn’t get the momentum.  How about a challenge?  But how do two people who feel totally incapable challenge each other?  We agreed on a hundred words.  We could write a hundred words a day—that’s like one paragraph, less than half a page.  After all, we still called ourselves writers.  And when we had finished our hundred words, we would email each other.  If we hadn’t heard from the other person, we could nudge, cajole and taunt them until the one hundred words were done.

Picture a steam engine starting out from the station.  It starts out real slow, the wheels rotating just a few words at a time.  I struggled those first few days, as if I were hauling a string of boxcars up a mountainside.  Then, after a while, I wrote a couple hundred words, then a thousand, then—as I used to do a long time before—I started losing track, simply writing, not worrying about my count, but getting into the flow, racing out across the plains, full steam ahead.  I was writing again.

Soon after this breakthrough, I was not only writing again, but I had an offer from a publisher—then an agent (funny, how quickly they respond when you have an offer on the table)—then a contract for the series that is The Dark Apostle.

I dragged myself back from the brink, with a little help from my friend, and by remembering what it was that I loved:  not the contracts, nor the agents, not the praise, nor the publishing, but the writing that still lies at the heart of it all.  There are always a thousand aspects of your world you can’t control, but when you claim responsibility for the things that you can, pick yourself up and keep working, that’s when the dream can come true.

E.C. Ambrose

E.C. Can be found online here: thedarkapostle.com/books

My Story – Maria V. Snyder

Our next guest blogger is the amazing, New York Times Bestselling Author, Maria V. Snyder, whom I got to know through Seton Hill University. Her newest book “Shadow Study” just came out. Maria’s website and contact information is below her entry.

 

My Story

My very first writing attempt was while I attended Penn State University as an undergraduate meteorology major.  I started a science fiction novel about a girl who had just graduated college and was scuba diving off the coast of Florida.  She gets “sucked” into the future while underwater.  You see the people of the future were starving because of all the animal extinctions and they used time travel to bring food to their world.  Not a bad premise for a SF story, but the execution…awful!  The attempt was abandoned after one chapter.

When I graduated Penn State, I found employment as an environmental meteorologist for a consulting firm.  Work came in waves and during the “lulls” I started writing cheesy SF short stories.  I attended a writing conference in Philadelphia and submitted one of them to a professor who was teaching the short story workshop.  The professor provided feedback and gave me a 7 out of 10 possible points.  I asked her if I had any talent and she said the 7 was one of the higher marks.  Thrilled, I kept writing.  If she had told me I didn’t have an aptitude for writing, I would have stopped and found something else to do!

I tried to sell my short stories to the various short story magazines like Asimov’s and The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.  Nothing sold.  Eventually I sparked on an idea for a fantasy novel about a poison taster and began writing.  During this time, I took classes and attended writing conferences all to learn about the craft and business of writing.  I also found a writing critique group and they were wonderful with feedback and providing motivation.  I wrote one chapter a month so I had something to handout to my critique group.

When I finished Poison Study, I revised it a couple times and thought I had a pretty good story.  I sent it to literary agents first.  Forty agents rejected it.  Then I made a list of publishers who accepted unagented submissions.  The list had 20 markets.  Starting with number 1, I mailed what they requested (mostly the first 3 chapters and a synopsis).  The rejections rolled in.  One after the other.  Lots of ice cream and chocolate therapy ensued. 😉

While the rejections piled up on my desk, I considered doing other types of writing.  In June 2003, I submitted a bunch of non-fiction article ideas to a number of local magazines, I applied to Seton Hill University’s graduate school for a Masters in writing (I liked to teach so maybe I could teach writing), I submitted a proposal to write a thirty-year history of a local candy company, and I sent Poison Study to this new imprint at Harlequin called LUNA Books – they were number eighteen on my list of publishers – I only had two left and I was determined to send my book to them all.

All summer I waited for replies.  Nothing.  September came and went without a single letter or phone call.  Was this a sign that writing wasn’t my thing?  Should I go back to meteorology?

I’ll never forget October 3, 2003.  Never!  The phone rings and a woman with a British accent is on the other end.  At first, I thought it was for my husband since his job takes him all over the world, but she asks for me.  She’s an editor with LUNA Books and loves Poison Study.  Blink.  Blink.  Blink.  Excuse me, but could you say that again?  She wants to buy Poison Study and a second book.  I have a second right?  Uh…Yes, of course! (actually no, but I had a year to write what would become Magic Study).

Happy dances ensued and squeally phone calls to my husband, mother, neighbor, and strangers—yes, I was that excited.  What a wonderful feeling and how could life get any better?  Well…the next week I received a phone call from an editor at Harrisburg Magazine.  She loved my article ideas and could I write four articles for her.  Uh…sure.  No problem!  Then a letter arrived soon after.  Congratulations, you’ve been accepted to graduate school!  Wow, that’s…er…fantastic.  Another phone call announced that my proposal to write the candy company’s history has been accepted.  Here’s money, go write the book!  Gulp!

You know the expression, “someday your ship will come in” – well, in October 2003, a whole flotilla arrived and my port was full!  Amazing!

One piece of advice that I heard over and over again during all that time was persistence and I really didn’t think it’d work, but in my case it did!  Persistence also helped me to write all those articles, finish Magic Study, research the candy company, and attend graduate school.

You’d think an acceptance of my novel would have given me more confidence for writing fiction, but Poison Study had been rejected fifty-seven times, and, in the back of my mind, I suspected LUNA Books only bought it to be nice.  Yes, I know it was silly, but that was how I thought until I attended Book Expo in New York City the summer before Poison Study was published.  Not only was my editor excited about the book, but the sales team was gushing, the PR staff was thrilled, and the Barnes & Noble book buyer stopped to talk to me.  It was fantastic and it made me realized that they weren’t being “nice” and that I had talent.

I continued to write and teach.  My thirteenth novel, Shadow Study was just released, and I have also published seventeen short stories, and dozens of articles.  I’ve been on the New York Times bestseller list, won eight awards, and my books have been translated into sixteen languages.

So my career is well established and I don’t ever receive rejections anymore.  Right?  Wrong!  I still get rejections for my novel ideas and short stories.  I’m determined to have a short story published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction before I die!  And a short creative non-fiction piece of mine was just rejected by Seton Hill’s literacy magazine!  My bruised ego didn’t hurt too long as they did accept a couple of my photographs.  But still!

Now I’m working on novel number fourteen and it’s a huge lumbering beast – I wish I could tell you writing gets easier with success, but it doesn’t.  In fact, now I worry about disappointing my readers and writing the same plot over and over again.  But I look at my stack of books and think, I did this before and I can do it again, just keep on persisting, keep on putting the words down.

 

And don’t give up.  Ever!

 

For more information on Maria, you can find her here:
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Persevere!

Our second post is by Michael Potts. Now, I don’t know Michael other than through the e-mail loop for Odyssey grads and Facebook, but I’m naturally inclined to like him just because he has a cat named Pippin! Favourite hobbits aside, I have been following Michael on Facebook, and I have enjoyed seeing him achieve success, and I knew many authors can relate to what he’s been through.

Sherry

 

Persevere!

by Michael Potts

A small press rejects your novel manuscript without comment. Inquiries to agents run into a dead end. You receive an impersonal e-mail from a novel contest listing the finalists, but your manuscript is not included. Other writers tell you, “Get used to rejection. Make a collage of rejection letters on your wall. Even the best writers were rejected many times.” Often that advice is not enough for you to get over the emotional downturns of more and more rejections. You begin to rationalize: “The system is rigged in favor of established writers” or “The editors are too picky,” or “Editors are evil.” You may become so discouraged that you give up on writing altogether.

My first piece of advice to a writer with these struggles is, “Keep writing. Work on improving your craft. Participate in workshops. Read books on writing. Read as much as you can in your genre.” You do these things and have no luck. Why not give up?

My submissions have been rejected many times. I have been discouraged to the point of thinking, “Why do I waste my time with creative writing. I am well-published in academic writing—I should focus on that.” Yet I persevered, and that perseverance paid off in the case of e my first novel, the Southern fiction novel, End of Summer.

Initially I was excited about writing a novel. In 2005, I completed 90% of the first draft in ten days spent at the Weymouth Center in North Carolina, a beautiful, quiet place to write. Charlotte Rains Dixon, an excellent editor, edited the manuscript. I took a fiction writing class at the university where I teach philosophy, and my colleague Michael Colonnese edited the manuscript gain. I knew the book was good—of course not to the level of two of my chief influences, James Agee and Ray Bradbury, but quality literary fiction.

When I tried to get the novel published, I did not go the agent route, but sent the book to a variety of small presses specializing in Southern fiction. All rejected the manuscript without comment. Then I turned to the contest route and focused on contests friendly to Southern fiction. The result, again, was rejection without comment. I tried tweaking the novel to make it better. The result was more rejection. Finally, I decided to set the manuscript aside for good, forget about sending it anywhere else, and work on other projects.

The manuscript rested in peace for two years on top of a bookcase at home. In January 2010, almost five years after the first draft was completed, I attended a conference sponsored by the Writers’ Loft program (now called MTSU Writers) from which I had graduated four years before. A group of small press editors spoke about their presses and the kind of books they published. After the presentations I approached Mike Parker, who owns WordCrafts Press, a small press in Tullahoma, Tennessee. I bought two books published by the press and struck up a conversation, making sure I mentioned that “I have a manuscript of a novel.” Mike was interested, and I made my pitch. He invited me to send him the manuscript. About two months later, he replied that the selection committee would accept the novel if I changed the point of view from third person limited omniscient to first person. I agreed and did so. In November 2010 WordCrafts press published End of Summer. In the process the book went through another thorough edit, and the designer at WordCrafts Press designed a beautiful cover that is perfect for the book. My dream of being a published fiction author was fulfilled.

That success opened other doors for me at WordCrafts Press. In 2014 it published my horror novel, Unpardonable Sin. It also published a nonfiction book, Aerobics for the Mind: Practical Exercises in Philosophy that Anybody Can Do. Both books were well-edited well and have beautiful covers—and good content. My perseverance in not giving up as a writer, in continuing to go to writing conferences, paid off.

I have heard writers speaking at workshops say that the difference between a successful author and a failed author is perseverance. In the context of writing, “perseverance” means continuing to write despite rejection, continuing to attend conferences and workshops, and always seeking new opportunities for publication. If you know your work is of high quality, keep sending it out—or at least look for the kind of unexpected opportunity I found. The only sure recipe for failure in writing (besides ignoring craft) is giving up. Success may come your way if you persevere.

–Michael Potts is Professor of Philosophy at Methodist University in Fayetteville, North Carolina. He is the author of two novels, End of Summer (WordCrafts Press, 2011) and Unpardonable Sin (WordCrafts Press, 2014). He also authored the award-winning poetry chapbook, From Field to Thicket, and a poetry collection, Hiding from the Reaper and Other Horror Poems (2013). His nonfiction book, Aerobics for the Mind: Practical Exercises in Philosophy that Anybody Can Do was recently published by WordCrafts Press. A native of Smyrna, Tennessee, he lives with his wife, Karen, and their three cats, Frodo, Pippin, and Rosie, in Linden, North Carolina. For more information on Michael, visit his website at: www.michael-potts.com; and his author Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/michaelpottsauthor

Stories of Perseverance

I have been thinking a lot about what makes it so difficult for us to sit down and write. Why are we so willing to give in to our Inner Saboteur, even when we know that’s what we’re doing?

A lot of times it comes down to the thought “Why bother?”

Let’s face it, being a writer is hard. As soon as you tell family or friends you’re writing, they expect your short story or novel to appear in print within a month because that’s what happens on TV. They also expect you to be the next J.K. Rowling, raking in the billions.

They don’t understand, and they don’t see, the hours spent alone at the computer trying to figure out the perfect wording for the sentence, the hours agonizing over description, or dialogue. They don’t see the years of languishing in the slush pile. They don’t get that it can take years to land an agent, and longer still to get a book contract. They don’t see your $5 – $10,000 advance, 15% of which goes to your agent.

But we, as writers, know what it is to slog through rejection after rejection. We all face the changing publishing industry.

We love to share our ‘terrible rejection’ stories when we’re together. But we rarely celebrate successes. I suspect it is because we hear about someone getting the book contract or story sale and think “why couldn’t it be me?” or we think “Probably happened for them right away. Hack!”

The truth of it is, success comes in different ways for all of us. We all want that Sally Field winning the Oscar moment of “You really like me. You really like me!”  We should be celebrating each other’s successes, and think “It can happen to me too.”

I have asked a number of authors who have experienced their own success, to tell their stories of perseverance, what they went through to get to that success. This doesn’t necessarily mean their stories end there. Some will go on to bigger and better things, others will not.

And that’s OK.

What is important is that they believed in themselves and their writing enough to push through the tough times, the slush, the wondering “Why Bother?”

Let their stories inspire you to do the same!

Happy Writing!