Nonfiction Editing

Copy of Autumn (10)

As I said at the end of last month, to stop myself losing momentum on my ‘goals’ for the year I am writing a little review of my progress at the end of each month. This report is supposed to show that I’m on track and (hopefully) stop me from getting fed up and grumpy that things never seem to happen as fast as I would like.

But while this might be beneficial to me, it’s annoying as hell to read.

So, I’ve had a rethink and have decided to post a thoughtful little something-or-other based on something that has happened during the month.

This month’s topic …. Nonfiction and editing.

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Rejection

Rants

I got rejected today and so decided to blog about it.

It’s not the first time and probably won’t be the last time.

Rejection is just part of the business

I tend not to get very upset when I send stuff to publishers/agents/magazines and receive a politely worded, but generic, letter back saying that what I write isn’t quiet for them. Or even when I send something in and never hear from them again. It doesn’t feel personal because it isn’t. I’m aware there are probably hundreds of writers submitting to that agent/publisher/magazine and can appreciate that there will be a high level of competition. I also understand that a lot of it comes down to personal taste. So I can, hand on heart, say that this kind of rejection doesn’t upset me too much. I usually just feel disappointed.

To be honest, I’ve often struggled to understand why writers take rejection so hard. My attitude has always been, get up, be proud that you had the guts to submit something in the first place, that took a lot of confidence. Now is the time to either find somewhere else to send to or write something new and shiny. I’m a big fan of the quote “Success is 99% failure”, and the idea that successful people are not the ones who got accepted first go, they are the people who got rejected and rejected and rejected, but they kept going. Even Stephen King and J.K.Rowling got rejected.

I’ve always been quite pleased with my realistic take on rejection.

Then I woke up this morning to a different kind of rejection.

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