What’s In a Day

I used to begin my morning with a toothbrush in hand as I groped for the toothpaste. But, as I write memoir, for some time now I begin with a trip to the loft and sit before the screen to develop some thread that popped into my head when I awoke.

My husband ‘s brain takes some time to catch up with his body in the a.m. He showers without thinking, pours coffee, doesn’t care where his shoes are. My brain wakens racing. It’s been nudging me to wake up long before I do, so it’s into hot gear way ahead of my body.

The proposal beckons, so here I am, postponing it yet again with the wonders of blogging. Hmm. Where are those wonders? I’m scrubbed, made up, coffeed, …is that a word?…and now, into it. I’ll hang here until I’ve answered my editor’s questions, have a little lunch and drive an hour in the sunshine to pick up sundries.

I initially resisted writing a proposal, but then realized it overcomes the restrictions of a query. And, writing it, I saw the bones of my story laid out and dressed up in order I didn’t even know I’d managed. Dear editor cleaned it up, shuffled some important things, and returned it with some more questions for my review. At some point she’ll say “done” and I’ll send it off to those agents who stipulate their deep desire for proposal.

My young life was, and continued for decades to be all about rejection. So rejections that show up in my email don’t even prick except for two, from agents I really hoped would represent my work. Ah well. My agent is out there somewhere.

Jack Heffron, an author who has had ample opportunity to edit, advise, and encourage me, has said that by the time you’ve submitted to an agent, rejection is not likely to be about poor writing. It’s more about what the agent thinks he or she can sell, how broad their contacts are, and what their experience is with my subject. Time and scope are integral to that argument, and patience is a virtue, don’t you know. Patience is my short suit. But of course. Writing is the best teacher for that deficiency. It has been said that a poor fit of agent to author ends badly. That’s a good reason for patience.

So, off to it. You might respond here if you have little secrets to share about the hard work of publishing compared to the joy of writing. That would be so appreciated. Me, I’m going to make a quiche, then drive north.

Have a great day.

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