Last week was rough.
The querying process roughs you up. All those letters that distill an entire manuscript and months and months of time and tears into one page, that either go unanswered or answered with an impersonal form email. I know that agents are busy. They get bombarded with queries for projects that are unfinished or inappropriate or just don’t fit their list. I get it. I really do.
That doesn’t stop the process from being draining.
“This is one hell of a ride,” my husband (let’s call him Rocket Man – for obvious reasons to those who know him) said a few weeks ago.
The best support I get, however, is from my two little guys (sorry, Rocket Man). The 7 year old can’t wait to read Kwizera, even though it’s about a teen girl in Africa, and Sophie, even though it’s about a teen girl in France. The other night at bedtime he asked me a ton of questions about Sophie. He wanted details. He wanted the twist. And then his mouth dropped open. That was awesome!
Last week I got another rejection to a partial, this time personalized. The agent said the subject matter of Kwizera was too dark, but this agent admired “the heck out of me” for writing something so honest. Wow. That was pretty cool, but it was still a rejection.
Enter the 4 year old. We were putting on our shoes to go out to a playdate, when he asked why I looked so sad. I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling in a way he would understand, so I just hugged him. He hugged me tightly then pulled away and said, “Thanks, Mommy. I needed that, too.”
THAT made me burst into tears!
So bring on the rough stuff. I can take it. I’ve got the best cheerleaders in the whole entire world (one of the 4 year old’s favorite phrases).
I will keep querying and writing in the hopes that someday the 7 year old will get to read my published books. And I will look forward to the next rejection so I can get more of the 4 year old’s awesome hugs.