The Worm Turneth
There comes a time in everyone's life when they must do a re-evaluation. Sometimes this is too little too late, others it comes just at the right time and enables one to avoid a whole boatload of misery. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result... why, that's just crazy.
No, this does not mean that Salvation is not being sent out any more. Far from it; what I am going to do now is a two-pronged attack. On the one hand, I will be researching the next possible landing pad for Salvation and sending out faithfully with the accompanying cover letter, as I have done in the past and will continue to do so. I have not come this far on this series to simply give up on this, and damnit, I will make my mark with this book.
The other prong is a sneaky Part Two. See, there was indeed a silver lining to the whole DAW Books Waterloo, and that is the discovery that at least some of the time, this place gets back to you lickety-split. In a way this is also quite depressing, because...
...okay, I need to whine about this for a minute, but I promise it will be just under sixty seconds. See, when a book takes upwards of four to six months to get turned down, you can tell yourself that somebody went to bat for you. I don't know if you've read The Bestseller by Olivia Goldsmith, but I highly recommend you do so because if nothing else, when that form letter comes back at you like the Halle-Bopp comet through the mail and explodes on your doorstep, you can at least tell yourself that somebody went to bat for you. You know? That some valiantly struggling editor with bad facial hair or mismatched argyle socks and a sundress and a little too much blood in their caffeine stream decided to try to fight for your book. He/she went around, trying to make the case but in the end was shot down for a variety of reasons.
When it comes swiftly, like the blade of a guillotine, there's no delusion. Somebody opened the package, read briefly, said "This sucks" and mailed it back. But the thing is, they did it promptly, and that opens a new world of possibilities.
See, DAW Books also does science fiction. So after I get done with Underworld and nail down the last hundred words for The Final Nine, I'm going to dust off The Phoenix Initiative and see if that wouldn't be more their cup of tea.
What's the worst they can say, right? And hey, it looks like no matter what, they'll probably say it promptly.
Baby, I'm back. Thanks for the fuzzies
No, this does not mean that Salvation is not being sent out any more. Far from it; what I am going to do now is a two-pronged attack. On the one hand, I will be researching the next possible landing pad for Salvation and sending out faithfully with the accompanying cover letter, as I have done in the past and will continue to do so. I have not come this far on this series to simply give up on this, and damnit, I will make my mark with this book.
The other prong is a sneaky Part Two. See, there was indeed a silver lining to the whole DAW Books Waterloo, and that is the discovery that at least some of the time, this place gets back to you lickety-split. In a way this is also quite depressing, because...
...okay, I need to whine about this for a minute, but I promise it will be just under sixty seconds. See, when a book takes upwards of four to six months to get turned down, you can tell yourself that somebody went to bat for you. I don't know if you've read The Bestseller by Olivia Goldsmith, but I highly recommend you do so because if nothing else, when that form letter comes back at you like the Halle-Bopp comet through the mail and explodes on your doorstep, you can at least tell yourself that somebody went to bat for you. You know? That some valiantly struggling editor with bad facial hair or mismatched argyle socks and a sundress and a little too much blood in their caffeine stream decided to try to fight for your book. He/she went around, trying to make the case but in the end was shot down for a variety of reasons.
When it comes swiftly, like the blade of a guillotine, there's no delusion. Somebody opened the package, read briefly, said "This sucks" and mailed it back. But the thing is, they did it promptly, and that opens a new world of possibilities.
See, DAW Books also does science fiction. So after I get done with Underworld and nail down the last hundred words for The Final Nine, I'm going to dust off The Phoenix Initiative and see if that wouldn't be more their cup of tea.
What's the worst they can say, right? And hey, it looks like no matter what, they'll probably say it promptly.
Baby, I'm back. Thanks for the fuzzies