Correction! I completely misquoted Jenny Bent. Her actual tweet was I just blogged on failure, and bravery and heart (clearly something the fellow in my last tweet has a lot of). http://bit.ly/6uKeow My sincere apologies to Ms. Bent! I’ve corrected it below as well. And may I add that Jenny Bent was very gracious in pointing out my error!
I rarely do this on this blog, but I’m going to talk a bit about writing. I saw a tweet the other day by the agent Jenny Bent that said, “I just blogged on failure, and bravery and heart (clearly something the fellow in my last tweet has a lot of). http://bit.ly/6uKeow”
This totally resonated with me. Rejection? It hurts like a bitch. Been there, done that, and I expect to do it again in the future. It’s part of the business. I don’t like it, but I know that I must risk rejection to have any hope of success. That is true for almost anything we do in life.
But Jenny’s tweet really caught my attention right now because I just sent a synopsis to my agent. I told her I needed this synopsis to be very strong and wanted her input.
Guess what I got back? Her input. Direct and profession. She is not worried about hurting my feelings, she is focusing on her job of helping me make this project as strong as possible. The first time I read through her comments, it stung a bit. I did not send her my first draft, I sent her something I really worked on. That I put true time and thought into.
But the cold fact is that it’s not strong enough. Period. It doesn’t matter how much I sweated over it. The synopsis needs more work. So I’m working on it. Really struggling to add the elements my agent suggested, while keeping the parts that I love and making it all work cohesively. And once I do that? There are no guarantees that my agent will like it.
And if she does, and we send it to my editor, it doesn’t mean she’ll buy it. All this sweat, all this work, all this worrying and fretting–it could all be a big fat waste of time and effort. Or it could be exactly what I need to propel me up to the next level of success.
I’ll never know–unless I try.