Submitted, Rejected

[perimyndith]

Submitted novel query to 1 new agent

Followup to 4 novel queries sent last December:

1 requested a partial, and then rejected (but nicely)

2 other agents from last December sent form rejections

1 sent no reply, so I emailed today to inquire about the status of that query (I suspect it went astray).

Comments

[pernwebgoddess]

You know something? I haven't said this in a while, but you inspire me. You've been persistently working on this. You're doing so much better than me... I just need to finish a project so I can start submitting.

At least you're getting partials! That's REALLY encouraging!

[perimyndith]

Yes, I've gotten several partial requests and a couple agents sent me actual feedback. No requests for fulls, though, so I would suspect I won't get an agent with this book. I am thinking once (hopeful, here) I land an agent with another book, I can probably go back and sell this one, too. Which is good, yeah?

I did, however, write this book pre-Tristan and haven't really made much progress writing another since then. (I've written chunks of 2, but I'm having follow-through issues with both.)

You totally should finish a project. You do a ton of writing and I know you have novels in you. It's hard to find the time with kids hanging on you all day, though.

[pernwebgoddess]

For me it's not time... it's motivation. It's like the soul of my writing is just gone. I know I can do it... I've got the skill, and the ideas. I just need... something. I don't know. A Place. A Place in this house to do the writing.

[perimyndith]

I don't really have a place in the house, myself. I sit and work at the kitchen table during naptime or on the corner of the couch after bedtime. Though what works best is to go to the YMCA, check both kids into childcare, and write until I have to retrieve them again. This works best because our YMCA seems to be incapable of maintaining a wireless network, so the Internet usually isn't there to distract me.

FWIW I don't think I wrote much of anything until I finally emerged from my postpartum depressive cloud when Tristan was around 14 months. Before the time the kids went to bed, I was too exhausted to care less about writing anything.