It’s hard to know when to give up, especially on a piece of work which has taken years, but I’ve reached that point with my second novel.
Another rejection arrived today, and it confirmed a decision I’d already made.
Compared with the first novel, it collected a lot of personalised rejections, with praise for my writing and the story. Half a dozen agents read the full manuscript. A handful of agents and a publisher have asked me to send whatever I write next, which is very encouraging.
Of course, there were lots of form rejections too.
Ultimately no one loved it enough to take it on.
I like my main character and I think it’s a good story. I know there are issues with the pacing, and I’m sure there would be ways to improve it and make it better.
Only now I’ve fallen out of love with it too.
I’ve not given up though. Now I’m well enough, after a long absence, I’ve committed to a mentoring course – I’m taking this writing lark seriously again.
I’m at the early planning stages for another crime novel – it would be criminal not to create something to send to agents who actually want to see what I write next.
I’m on the second draft of a diversion – a new and very different project which is challenging and terrifying but potentially very rewarding.
There’s sure to be a lot more rejections in my future, but every one will take me a step closer to acceptance.
If I keep on writing, and submitting. And I will.