I have been meaning to do this for some time, but finally I sat down this morning and counted up how many times my manuscript of The Poet’s Wife was rejected before being taken on by Bookouture.
Ok, are you ready for this?
83 times. Eighty-three times. Eighty. Three. No matter which way I write it, it’s still 83.
That’s 83 cover letters, 83 times of pouring hope into each letter I sealed and sent out. There is a photo I remember well that my husband Andy took of me about nine years ago. I am on my bicycle, next to a bright-red letterbox in Cambridge, about to post my first tranche of manuscripts out to agents. I have a huge smile on my face and I wonder if I knew then, what I know now, that I was to be rejected 83 times if I would have continued. Possibly not.
Of the eighty-three times, about five literary agents asked for the full manuscript. This, of course, intensified my hopes as I tried not to, yet couldn’t help but play out possible scenarios and what-if’s in my mind, only serving to make their ultimate rejection more crushing.
Here’s where The Poet’s Wife started, ideas and pictures and family trees and notes stuffed into this little book I carried around with me whilst the characters and story began to come alive:
I lived and breathed Spain and as I raked up leaves in the garden of my uncle’s house I was looking after in rural Suffolk, I turned conversations of the characters round and round in my head. One child, a second, a third, my writing was an anchor and a refuge and I kept getting rejected. Yet I kept coming back to it, time and again.
I’ve asked myself this question so many times. I put my manuscript aside so many times, to work on short stories, to start another novel, to develop Magic Pencil (creative writing for kids). But I couldn’t let it go. Here’s the reason why:
Ultimately, no matter what people told me: that there was no market for this, that it wasn’t good enough, that I needed to write something else, I just didn’t believe them. Each time I went back to the manuscript, I knew it still needed work and yet I did believe there was a market for it and I did believe it was good enough. I think this is the crux of this whole thing, that you have to believe in your writing till you are blue in the face. You have to fight your corner. If you don’t believe in your art, whatever it is that you have created, then how can you expect anybody else to?
It’s a cliche, I know it is, but the cream always rises to the top in the end, doesn’t it. Make it as good as it possibly can be, don’t send it out too soon (a mistake I think I made many times) and be brazen. BELIEVE in it.
Next blog, I’ll write about two things I did in the final year before submitting to Bookouture that I am almost certain contributed towards my publishing deal.
https://rebeccastonehill.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_1731.jpg356500Rebecca Stonehillhttp://rebeccastonehill.com/wp-content/uploads/mtbsdpgw.bmpRebecca Stonehill2014-10-24 12:11:522014-10-24 12:11:52A few thoughts on Rejection