Tuesday, February 21, 2006
The sun has set on the era of Karen crushed, sulking, hiding, endlessly rewriting and re-editing Heirs of Mâvarin, making excuses not to send it out again because what if it's rejected again?
Okay, yes, it's a corny metaphor, this sunset thing. But I took these sunset pictures as I left the Cherrybell post office tonight, having finally mailed three-chapters-plus-synopsis to Tor. So it's kind of an appropriate metaphor anyway.
It's been eight and a half years since I last sent this thing out, also to Tor. The only marketing attempts I've made in recent years were five queries I sent to agents in 2002. I got three form rejections of my book, one form letter that said the agency wasn't currently looking at screenplays, and no reply at all from the fifth agency. I don't quite know which agencies they were, because the info was stored on a Writer's Market Online page I can't get to.
Oh, please, please, please like what you see, Nielsen Haydens! Look! The envelope has real, printed labels! And no hair!
Posted by Karen Funk Blocher at 2/21/2006 11:12:00 PM