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- From: mtan@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu (Maureen Tan)
- Subject: Frustration
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- Organization: UIUC
- Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 15:47:12 GMT
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-
- Yesterday dramatically illustrated why writers need
- (other) steady income if they're in the habit of paying
- their mortgages.
-
- The morning mail brought a SASE. I held the envelope
- unopened, for a moment, allowing myself a moment of
- anticipation. The only SASEs I had out were in my agent's
- desk drawer. Certainly, this envelope had to contain
- good news. My heart was in my mouth as I pulled the
- contents from the envelope.
-
- I opened it an inside found the usual bulk-printed rejection
- slip from a publishing house thanking me for my query.
- My heart sank.
-
- Back in February of '91 (YES, 1991), pre-agent, I had
- mailed them a query letter. It had only taken them
- a year and a half to reject me.
-
- This made me a bit heart-sick, so I called my agent.
- I didn't tell her about the rejection slip and (although
- what I *really* wanted to do was whine pathetically and ask if anyone
- really loved me, I simply asked what was happening with
- my book.
-
- My agent knows how to warm the cockles of a writer's heart.
- She remembered who I was, remembered what my book was
- entitled, sounded pleased that I had called her, and(without
- even being asked) gave me a much-needed two minute pep-talk.
- She told me how excited she *still* was about my book and
- then told me how everyone she talked to was enthusiastic
- about my suspensful plot and its tough, screwed-up, part-time writer,
- full-time undercover agent heroine. (My heart warmed further...
- she remembered my book!)
-
- To illustrate this enthusiastic response, my agent went on
- to tell me that an editor at Berkeley to whom she'd sent
- my ms. had called her and *raved* about how great it was.
-
- My heart stopped. (Okay, it didn't actually stop. But it
- *definitely* skipped a beat.) An actual editor at an actual publishing
- had actually read my manuscript and actually liked it. So
- where was my actual contract? Where was the actual money?
-
- "Then she pitched it to her bosses," my agent continued.
-
- I remembered all about this pitching business from reading
- one of those Writers Digest Magazines on how to MAKE IT
- BIG by writing novels. Now I was really excited and there was
- a song in my heart.
-
- Then came the punch line: "They told her, sorry, but for they're only
- interested
- in MALE-ORIENTED action/suspense novels for the next six months."
-
- My heart sank.
-
- And then my agent said (enthusiastically, of course) "But the
- editor at Berkeley referred me to an editor at Soho Press..."
-
- My heart was broken. I didn't recognize the guy's name.
- I'd never heard of Soho Press. And I knew that I would not be able
- to use my advance to save the old homestead.
-
- Today, I arrived at work on time, was pleasant to my coworkers,
- made a point of smiling sweetly at my boss, and will spend the
- rest of the day working industriously on a series of essays on the trends
- in engineering teaching and research at the University of Illinois.
-
- I am heartsick.
-
- Actually, I just had this idea for a really gruesome short story...
-
- Maureen (a.k.a. Jane)
-