And if your friends make fun of you for chasing your dream, remember—just lie. — Kathryn Stockett (author of “The Help”)
My Sunday School class has been talking about this book and movie for weeks. So, I gave in and ordered the book. It was good and I finished it this weekend at the beach. Next week I’d like to see the movie with Isabel (interesting to see a European view of this American view of the 1950’s South). More than that, though, was the story behind the story.
Kathryn Stockett said she submitted her query letter and sample chapters to 61 agents before one said yes to representing her. Right now I have two stories that are ready to be published. One is about the runaway Chinese au pair I had when the twins were young. Another is about a beach trip I took a few years ago. They’ve been through several drafts, gone to an editor and come back. “Tiburon” has been turned down three times. “Intersection” has been turned down four times and not won three contests.
This week I sent them both out.
Not a feeling I enjoy. Like drinking too much coffee too quickly and your stomach aches and your eyes twich nervously and you spend the next few weeks checking your e-mail compulsively. But there is nothing in your inbox until you get the one line. “Thank you, but you’re not what we’re looking for at the moment.”
To get to some of my other dreams, I have to get through this one.
I don’t know if I can keep going in the face of 60 rejections, but I think I should at least get to ten before I start complaining.