Saturday, November 21, 2015

The yellow-brick road of rejection...revisited

Oh, don't be fooled by the title of this post. If you're a writer, then you know all about this: Rejection. I don't mean being rejected by women... Yes, I know the old adage: Rejection comes with the pair.

I am now entering a period where I will submit not just the LAX story, but also The Sprite (if I can ever get it right), and shorter pieces and even a screenplay (or two).

What I can expect is a lot of rejection. I mean, I'm going to get clubbed from every direction by agents, publishers, and little old me. This is not an easy profession I'm in.

Ironically, I've been here before. This is the summer of 2010 all over again. Except it's Fall now and that miserable heat is done (for now).

I had finished a longer project, an Urban Fantasy thing, and was looking to sell it. Just before that, I finished a different project that was part of a series. I had shorter pieces of fiction that I wanted to shop around. I had sent in a few pieces already and a few were rejected but with really nice compliments from the editors. I had but to keep writing and keep sending things in.

Back then, I despaired. My knees buckled. I couldn't deal with the rejection. Mind you, it wasn't that every publishing professional rejected me; I never got that far. It was only a few. That was enough to get through my thin armor and put me down.

That's when I discovered self-publishing and tested this thing with one of my Urban Fantasy projects, publishing it under the guise of Louis Corsair.


Before I completely demolish the Tower, it will cost me that mask. I will miss Louis Corsair. Well, no. Not really. I already got rid of the Facebook and Goodreads account. I don't miss them.


But, enough of that. I am here in 2015 and am dusting off my old projects. I'm putting myself out there again. I feel like an old maid trying her hand at dating online.

I already got a few rejections.

Hooray! I'm off to see the wizard.


Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Two Plus, Two minus...

Two Plus

Capital One approved my business credit card today. That means I get a much-appreciated line of credit to help me with writer expenses while I try to sell the LAX story. The first thing I'm going to do is buy a nice suit for conferences and another for meetings with publishers/agents.

I want to look sharp, so both will have to be tailored. Not by my current tailor though; she displeased me last week with an alteration I wanted. One of my library coworkers, who is also trying to enter the publishing industry, told me that many don't wear suits or professional attire at conferences, which I think is to their disadvantage; I always wear a suit to job interviews, regardless of how much the job pays. And going to a conference to woo an agent or publisher is like a job interview.

It's silly to think that these things are important now, but that's where I'm taking my writing career. I'm also looking at options: Another of my library coworkers suggested I try screen writing in addition to prose writing to diversify my portfolio. I agree. I didn't get that degree in cinema studies to waste all I learned. If you recall, I did mention screen writing before, but that was prior to the changes that have taken place in the last few months.

I want to tear down the Tower by the end of this year. All of it. Realistically, I won't get all the way through it, but the important demolition is taking place now.

My new drive outweighs all the things that kept holding me in place, namely my insecurities.


I finally nailed the synopsis and got it to one page. Also, I wrote my first few query letters for the LAX story.


That doesn't seem like much, huh? Well, consider that I've had a hell of a time with both. The problem? Me. Myself.

A writer is as arrogant as he is insecure. That old voice second guessing me was loud and annoying as it has been since my youth. It fought me for every sentence. Knowing me so well gives it power. But, once I deal with a little problem with the manuscript, a few of those query letters will go out this weekend, possibly Friday.


Two Minus

I was done. Done! The manuscript was ready for others to see, even though I kept tinkering with it. But I couldn't get permission from Facebook to let me  use their brand in the novel. I filled out their form for a request, but nothing. Likely, it seems so mundane a request that they won't bother with it.

Just write out the Facebook stuff, then. Right? Ah...the Facebook stuff plays into the plot for a few chapters and doing away with all of that will be even more of a hassle than risking a lawsuit. So, I have to choose between going at it and risk legal problems later or...rebranding. That is, I need to create a fictional social media website to take the place of Facebook in the story.

Snowball effect! My characters also use the Facebook messenger app, so I have to change that too (since my request included Facebook the website and the Facebook messenger app).

Aaaand, since one of the characters is particular to Pusheen (a Facebook messenger user can send a number of poses of Pusheen to others), I have to do away with the six images I used in the manuscript.

Of course, the owners of Pusheen the cat licensed the image to Facebook to use with their messenger, which means I can email them to ask permission too. That means little to me now since it would make no sense to be able to use Pusheen without the Facebook messenger; the whole purpose of creating an imaginary brand is to distinguish it from existing brands to avoid lawsuits. It would be foolish to create an imaginary messenger app used with an imaginary social media website that has a feature found in Facebook and their messenger app.



My Josephine is leaving ANA tomorrow. That sucks on its own, since I won't get to see her anymore, but as a parting gift she revealed information that proves she's no Josephine at all!

It turns out that she isn't a Josephine (just interested in male friendship). When she said she was single and not looking, she meant not looking for me. She confirmed she has a boyfriend now and has for months (I think).

Ouch! So, it wasn't her. It was me. Mm. I'm not showing up for work at the airport today and tomorrow so I won't see her. I like to think I can salvage some of my dignity by not giving her any goodbye speeches and shedding tears.


But...she was part of the Tower. With her leaving the ANA airline, that is a bit of the Tower that crumbled. Supposedly, this will pave the way for opportunities. Not in love. No. Oh, dear Lord no! I'm not going through that mess again.

And, if in the future I'm still hung up on her... Life is long. You never know.

My sincerest wish  is that the next time I come across her, she will have an awesome career and be married to some awesome dude who takes care of all her needs.


Back to work!


Sunday, September 20, 2015

So it goes...

I'm listening to an audiobook version of Slaughterhouse 5 and the guy reading it is all wrong. It's Ethan Hawke (?) and every time he says, "So it goes..." it sounds like he's trying to seduce someone. I'm not sure that's what Vonnegut was going for...

The funny thing is that he's reading the part about wars being like glaciers and trying to stop them is just as easy as trying to stop a glacier. Boy! Talk about dated! I remember an episode of a 1970s  television show that Leonard Nemoy hosted in which he theorized that the world was going to freeze over because those darn glaciers were going to keep going and going and engulf all of human society.

The joke was on them. Vonnegut and Nemoy had no idea that global warming was going to stop all those mighty glaciers! Oh, Vonnegut! As he drove here and there in his car, as he turned on his electronics, as he turned on the lights so he could see his typewriter or whatever he had... He was stopping those glaciers. Goddam! He did a good job at doing it too. We all helped, I'm happy to say.


So it goes...


And so it goes for me. I'm currently holed up in my mind. I've refused to socialize outside of work. Socializing with my current social circle is part of the Tower I'm supposed to tear down. Spending less time with poisonous acquaintances is part of my healing.

Meanwhile, the heat here gives me little to do except look for agents. I'm researching now. The LAX story is pretty and trim and ready for others to see it.

So, I'm looking for eyes to see it. My Josephine could care less that it's ready and readable, but that's her loss because I think it's funny. I laugh when I read some parts of it. And boy, did I read it. I've read it like twenty times already, front to back. My eyes sweating. My face itching. I read all of it.

On another front, I keep looking at all the other projects that are ready for revisions. I'm working on another one, the one for kids, and finally (I hope) I can push forward with it. I need another 20,000 words on it to make it acceptable as a Fantasy.

So it goes...


One of my acquaintance-friends revealed on Facebook that he has a brain tumor and its malignant. Likely, he's going to die from it or the treatment will so horribly crush him that he won't be his cheery self. He's a movie buff and likes rare stuff (I always liked that about him). He always fills his posts with rare anecdotes about this director or that film, most of which I have never even heard of.

The odd thing was that I didn't know what to say when he revealed that to us on the Facebook. The comments were filled with prayers and such, but I'm not religious. I thought about adding to the comments, "Valar morghulis," to cheer him up. But that seemed inappropriate. He would get the joke and laugh about it, but I could just imagine the backlash from his friends who wouldn't think it was so hilarious.

Well, he did something for me. All my little physical ailments seem less severe. I'm not the kind of person to seriously consider suicide, but if I was and I had read that post about his tumor... it would have cured me of that. How dare I complain about aches and discomforts, physical and spiritual! I don't have a malignant tumor trying to kill me, so I'm thankful.

So it goes...


I've targeted ten agents to write my first query letters to. I'll be writing personalized letters to each this week and the week after that; likely, they'll reply with form rejection letters to my personalized letters.. Mmm... I'm going to create a folder just for rejection letters and compare them.

My goal is to also go to conferences and pitch this thing or at least show it to agents during those reading sessions they sell. At least they can't give you form rejection letters during those!

Ha. Hahaha. Ha.

I just want to laugh as Ethan Hawke reads Slaughterhouse 5 in his suave voice and reminds me of all those guys who have much better looking girlfriends than the ones I can get now. My Josephine trumps all of them though.

She's not my girl though...

So it goes...

So it goes...

So it goes...