I arrive to
the deafening barks of my friend’s new Belle, the beautiful black basset hound.
Clarice peals as I enter, 'it goes on for three weeks!' I look down at Belle
who is wearing new-born pampers. An innovation Clarice's Spanish lodger
introduced when he brought his own dog to stay, where apparently nappies for
bitches in heat are quite normal.
The one
person who could empathise with my lodger selection dilemma is Clarice, a
veteran of the landlady class. ‘Oh, the Latvian,’ she said without hesitation.
That doesn’t help my guilt about the lovely girl though, perhaps it’s my fear
of reverting to mother hen that’s making me lean towards the man with the
rucksack. You see, lovely girl wants the room because it’s got so much wardrobe
space for all her stuff. I’m giving myself until this evening, so that I can
take all of us out of our misery.
Meanwhile, I am becoming no stranger to
rejection myself. I am reminded that it is all part of the publishing process, but
still doesn’t make it any more palatable.
With one lifeline left, I recently had a positive
response to the book summary from a new agent and sent them the draft I
finished in November 2012. So much has changed since then, that when I started
reading it again, there was so much to be cut and tightened, I wish I hadn’t
sent it. It's too long at 131,071 words. Even though I've written and read it
ten times, the more I do it, the sparser I want it. Those writing gurus say
it's all about re-writing and it is. Patience, however, was never my strongest
point.
That will be three agents and one publisher
who've read it in six months. In first-time publishing terms that, alledgedly, is a miracle. And had I got it
right the first time, that would have been too brilliant for words, in fact I wouldn't be
writing a blog about being a novice landlady, because I wouldn't be renting out
bedrooms and I'd be writing my second novel somewhere with a sea view.
So now I’m on the receiving end of the
selection process from two agents who haven't got back to me. Maybe their
rejection policy is silence. Admittedly, the two other responses I've received
have included critiques, with good advice and ultimately not dispiriting. But
I’m still not published…..
I've heard enough good news of
online publishing to regard it as a safe back-up, initially, it seemed like a
cop out, but in nearly two years since I started my book, online publishing has
taken on a new respect. I was advised by an accountant to do it in the first
place, he said, 'why would you want to get 5% per book sold when you could get
70% online?' A very good question, but then, where would the reviews,
interviews, signings and book tours come in?
A novice writer is apparently never, ever,
ever to imagine such things. If a friend tells you she's picked out what you're
going to wear on Mariella's Book Show, thank her for her belief in you and then
dismiss it immediately. Ironically, said friend didn't like the book when she
read it, she said it was too descriptive and prefers books with a lot of
action, where people get killed and there's a bit of a mystery. Pick your test readers!
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