Today is one of those days. My manuscript was out to a couple of literary agents and I hadn't heard from them. You know that old saying "No new is good news"? Well I guess. I got anxious and wrote to them asking if they'd come to a decision on weather to take on my project. I heard from them and the answer was no. *Sigh* I still believe in the book, and the overwhelming response from beta readers (both those whom I know, and those I don't) has been 8 to 1 in positive response to it. I'm going to believe my readers, and keep plugging at it.
Jack London State Park is up in Northern California. We used to visit it often when I was growing up. Just north of Sonoma, the author's estate is in a wooded, hilly area. The ruins of his mansion are there, as well as the house he lived in and his gravesite.
In the visitor's center there are a couple of display cases. One is filled, and I mean filled, with rejection letters. Some are quite harsh, some are just postcards saying "no thanks". And in the case next to it is THE CALL OF THE WILD printed in every language in the world. It does a writer's heart good to see that.
Now, I don't claim to be Jack London, but if he could stand up to all those rejection letters, then I can too. I don't save mine as he did, but I sure do remember them all. And, let me say once more, if anyone is interested in reading any of my novels, please let me know and I'll pass it on to you for your input. I appreciate any and all comments--even the negative ones--because they help me to be a better writer. Thanks!
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