So here goes...
Last spring, I wrote a YA paranormal romance as a way to take my mind off this epic book series I was working on. I didn’t want to quit writing all together, but the rejections kept piling up. So, I decided to write something on the side, a quirky little story/satire on life in my small town. I would tell you more about it, but then I would have to kill you, which would be a shame because I LOVE you all…passionately.
After six weeks of writing, I stepped back and said, “Wow, this is pretty good!”
I took a few weeks to polish and package it then queried about three agents, including the lovely, kick ass, and cuddly Kathleen Ortiz, who signed me a week later.
I have to say, I had mixed feelings about this. I worked on my old series for five years and got over 30 rejections and yet I jot down a quick story and I got signed right away. It’s odd how life changes, how timing is EVERYTHING and how things work out so much better if I stop trying so hard. It took me a while to truly ENJOY my writing and not bust a blood vessel in order to get it done. Honestly, I can’t express how much fun I had writing that new manuscript and I believe that’s how it should be. It took years to find confidence in what I say and allow it to flow naturally.
I recently looked back at my old series and realized that not only was if flawed, it was too long and it sounded like twelve different writers. Maybe after a serious editing job and face lift, I’ll resubmit it, but right now I’ll take it for what it is— a great experience and a lesson that I’ll never forget.