The walls close in on me as I realize what I must do. I have to change. I HATE change. I never leave a job, I am married to the same man, hell, I have the same pj pants from 2000. But now, I have to change my approach at this whole getting published thing. I have had six requests for partials and they have all been nos with things like this:
“Thanks for sending along the opening pages of Emmy's Song. Truth be told, though, I’m afraid these pages just didn't draw me in as much as I had hoped. I'm pressed for time these days and, what with my reservations about the project, I suspect I wouldn't be the best fit.”
So what does that tell you? I need to go back to the drawing board right? I need to do something better, be something better. My friends read it and they all say, “It’s great, you should be proud of yourself!” But obviously its not and I have a lot to learn. I’m starting over, from the top. Out with the old, in with the new.
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“Thanks for sending along the opening pages of Emmy's Song. Truth be told, though, I’m afraid these pages just didn't draw me in as much as I had hoped. I'm pressed for time these days and, what with my reservations about the project, I suspect I wouldn't be the best fit.”
So what does that tell you? I need to go back to the drawing board right? I need to do something better, be something better. My friends read it and they all say, “It’s great, you should be proud of yourself!” But obviously its not and I have a lot to learn. I’m starting over, from the top. Out with the old, in with the new.