It was no fun reading over the weekend about all the rejections I received from print publishers when I tried to sell Attracting Jack five or six years ago. And yet, I’ve done it again. Sent out my baby. To an epbublisher this time. I’m hoping that I fixed the problems with the book and also that an epubber will be more accepting of the characters, who aren’t the type you usually see in romance novels.
My friend Martha liked it (actually she said she “loved it” and that it made her laugh and stay up late reading!!) and Martha reads a book a day. This gave me the courage to go ahead, but after having clicked “send” I’m feeling kind of tender.
It’s been a long time since I had to submit something myself (my agent offered to do it, but she gave me the option of submitting myself and I decided to do it that way) and over a year since my last heartbreaking rejection, which I didn’t even really talk about in the blog, that’s how bad it hurt. I just alluded to it. But what happened was, Sugar Shack almost got sold. My agent called convinced it was a sale, that’s how close we came.
An editor of a prominent publisher loved it and took it into a meeting with other editors and marketing people and it got voted down. When my agent called to tell me, it was such a blow that I couldn’t even write about. Couldn’t write anything at all for days. So today I’m remembering that feeling and hoping I did the right thing by hitting “send.” Still, right or wrong, it’s done.