The Journey Begins
First things first. Lone Wolf World isn't my first novel.
The first novel I wrote was Borders
of Bordavia, a children’s fantasy. It was finished late in 2005. I immediately began
looking for a publisher or agent. Thus began the journey. Meanwhile, I kept
writing. Over the next seven years I wrote an additional six novels. (all were re-drafted many times over the years).
However, none of my novels, in a variety of genres and
age ranges, were ever accepted by a traditional publisher. This despite having had many stories and poetry
published in numerous countries. Despite having been nominated for the US
Pushcart Prize in 2014. I’ve had short films screened in film festivals. Not
major festivals but still something significant for an author. I’ve
had short plays produced too. Some I directed. And dozens of artistic short videos from my
poetry. And literally hundreds of other videos that I've created.
Hundreds of rejections
I’ve had hundreds of rejections if not over a thousand. I used to document every place I ever emailed or sent work to. I would also note if they replied or not. As the years went by and email became the preference for publishers and agents, the amount of replies became less and less. Soon, many just closed their doors to submissions, including agents.
The ones that were open, you never heard back from. You never knew if they had even looked at it or not. (I eventually doubted that they did).
I stopped documenting after approximately 600
rejections/non answers. I lost track. As we know, the digital age has seen the
decline of the traditional publishing model. And the rise of independent authors
who can now sell their own books online with sexy looking websites.
I said I would give it a decade to get published. I gave it 14 years. I believe I’m further away now than ever before. I went via Atrilla Press and decided to do it Frank Sinatra style, My Way.
Rejection Depression
There’s a lot more to it of course. But rest assured, there were countless times when I fell into a dark depression over the amount of rejections I was getting. Especially when I was getting work published and excellent feedback. I just couldn't understand it. I’d even managed to find a small independent press, Ginninderra Press who eventually published four small books. I just couldn’t get anybody else to look at the novels, let alone read them. And let me say, that every single one of those rejections stung. I am not tough. I’m sensitive. I think a good writer has to be. If you're interested in emotions that is. There would be months where I did not send out work, or even write, as I was too down and defeated to go on.
The pen is mightier than the sword. (In more positive days.)
Go your own way
It’s about making it available now. For you and whomever may come next. I personally believe that they have too much merit to never be read. Now I just want to leave something behind for my daughter to be proud of when she grows up. I know I’m proud of those books. I also want to honour that teenage boy in the country who used to stay in his room and pound away on an old second hand typewriter. He had big dreams. It’s for him.
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