Writing: Rejection

I thought it was about time for me to mention that I've put together some early blog posts in a little Amazon booklet, First Lessons. These are aimed at persons just getting started, although some of the lessons in them are still applicable. Here is a segment from an early chapter. The lesson, of course, is to take rejection as a way of life if you're going to write. Enjoy--then write.

"My first novel was sort of "written to order." At my first writers' conference, I met an editor who was a huge baseball fan. He discovered that I had played in a number of baseball fantasy camps, alongside some of baseball's greats. He said, "Why don't you write a novel about a doctor who goes to one of those camps?" Having no better sense than to think writing a novel was something that could be accomplished by anyone who put their mind to it, I did just that. I completed it in four months and sent it off to him. He encouraged me to revise it, which I did, and then he took it to the editorial board, who turned it down. "Oh, well," I said, "this is easy. I'll just send it to somebody else."

"I obtained permission from several editors to send them a proposal. I also sent my proposal off to a web site that judges your work, and if it meets their standards (about half the submissions do), they send it to a number of publishing houses. I was thrilled when a major publishing house contacted me and wanted the full manuscript of the novel. "Aha, they don't do that with every submission." (True) "They're going to accept it." (False). I got a very nice form rejection letter from them. 

"But the story doesn't end there. Two weeks later, I got a letter from the same publisher (different person), advising that they'd seen my novel's posting on that same site, and asking for the full manuscript. So, I got it printed up (again), and sent it to them (again), and it was rejected (again). It doesn't quite measure up to Steve Laube's story of the writer whose rejection notice came FedEx (because they really wanted to be sure, I guess), but it's close.

"By the time every publisher to whom I'd submitted novel #1 rejected it, I was well on the way to completing #2. Then, through a series of circumstances, and attendance at another writers’ conference, there was renewed interest in novel #1. So, I've rewritten it yet again, and it's under active consideration, as is novel #2.

"If there's a moral in there somewhere, it must be that rejection is a way of life for authors. Don't give up. True, write new work, but keep the old one around and pitch it every once in a while. You never know what's going to come of it."

 

 

My Muddled Brain

  I'm finding it hard to write in the current circumstances. My mind has been taken by the pandemic and all its various aspects, the election and all the back-and-forth that comes around every four years, and the things that go on around us that together make up this thing called "life."

We're been concerned about how our family is doing--and will do in the future as everything plays out. We often look at our daily schedule--which remains subject to change as things come up--and wonder how we got everything done and still went to work every day. And then again, there are the wonderful little surprises that life throws at us--like coming into our kitchen first thing in the morning and while we're getting set to have our coffee discovering that we've had a leak under our sink that has left water all over our vinyl flooring that was installed only a couple of weeks ago. Things like that.

The way it looks now, my next novel will be published well after the first of the year. That's not the most important thing right now. Meanwhile, I'll leave the final resolution in the same Hands that created us and the world in which we live. I recommend that to my readers, as well.

Writing: Climbing The Mountain

 When you pick up a book, do you ever picture the writer? I don't mean looking at the picture on the book jacket. I mean, do you ever think of them as a flesh and blood entity who has hopes and dreams, needs and wants, the same as you? Do you ever wonder whether they write full-time (few have achieved this status) or steal a few minutes from their "day job" to put the words together? Are they self-published or is there a publishing house behind them? For that matter, do you ever even look at the book jacket to see who publishes them?

Most authors have a dream of having their name on a book jacket. Few attain it. Think of the stories behind the next book you read. I'm reading a series of novels right now by a woman who starts the first book with an author's note thanking the small publisher who "took a chance on an unknown author" and gave her a start. Then, there's the story (although it may be apocryphal) of the man who indie-published a novel and sold it out of the trunk of his car, but who is now a best-selling writer. I think it helps to know the background of the author. 

My own story involves a publisher who was getting a fiction line started, an agent to whom I just happened to send the first few chapters of a novel, and some luck. Whatever the circumstances, with few exceptions we have a mountain to climb before acceptance of our book comes along. Some never achieve the heights of which they dream, some do. But one thing marks the successful author. We keep on climbing. Even after we get to the first level, we keep on climbing. Because you're only as good as your last book, and none of us know when the book we're writing will be our last.

Think about all this when you next pick up a book. It will enhance your reading experience. I guarantee it.

Speaking The Language

 Although I've long ago (almost two decades) retired from the active practice of medicine, I still "speak the language"--that is, I understand what is being said, and sometimes what is implied. And it's hard for me, at times, to understand why others don't have that same knowledge. But I'm trying.

Our step-son called the other night because his pre-teen daughter had a nosebleed. My wife tells me that she's had them before and knows how to handle them, but this was apparently something new for him. My children, on the other hand, soon picked up from me the dictum (only slightly joking) that they should consult me "if the bleeding was arterial." My step-son didn't speak the language, my children had picked up a lot of it from being around me. There was no right or wrong in this. Just the circumstance in which they had been exposed to certain things.

I guess that was why I took the unusual step of posting this weekend about steroids--I saw misinformation coming out of the mouth of some of our politicians, and got sort of frustrated about it. I don't guess it did much good, but I explained something that was clear to me although not (for whatever reason) to those who twisted the meaning. 

Should those of us who speak the language--whether it be medicine, the constitution, the rules of baseball or whatever--remain silent? Or should we speak up? Let me know how you feel.

Speaking of Steroids

Although every physician knows the rudiments of the HIPPAA legislation--especially the "privacy" part of the rule--apparently not everyone does. If you're unclear, I suggest you refresh your memory. The reason I bring it up is to remind the reporters that keep asking for more information on the treatment rendered to the President that doctors are limited in what they release. Also, since none of the reporters seem to have enough medical knowledge to interpret some of what they're asking for, they are reminiscent of the dog chasing the car--what do they plan to do with it once they get it?

But the thing that really got my dander up yesterday was the suggestion that the President is suffering from "roid rage" due to the steroids he received. Thus, this post to differentiate the two types of steroids--something doctors learn early on, but which apparently isn't covered in journalism school or preparation for serving in Congress.

The type of steroids that give "roid rage" are called anabolic steroids. These are what athletes sometimes take to "bulk up." They do have side effects, but we need not go into them, since that's not what was used in this case. What the President was given was a corticosteroid. This has side effects as well, but they have to do (in my experience) mainly with a burst of energy and difficulty sleeping--something that wouldn't affect the ability to govern, and would be hard to see in this President.

The President last night said he was off dexamethasone, the steroid he'd been given to counteract and/or prevent any inflammation in the pulmonary system, so probably this was all moot. But I wanted to put it in black and white--there's a difference in the types of steroids, a difference that's quite large when you consider the usage (but not, apparently, when you are in a political fight).

Writing: It's Tough

 Why keep on writing? I've asked myself that a hundred times during the past six months. When I retired from medicine, I had no intention of writing. I had written or edited nine or ten medical books, and after the death of my first wife, I crafted (after many months) a non-fiction book, The Tender Scar, which is in its second edition and continues to minister to those who have suffered a similar loss.

Why, then, did I feel the need to try my hand at writing fiction? Honestly, it was the result of a sort-of challenge to do just that, a challenge that came from some knowledgeable people. And that is how I ultimately ended up with a total of nineteen published novels and novellas. But during these past few days, it has been nice to ignore the unfinished manuscript on my computer, preferring to enjoy the time away from writing. Yet, it still sits there while a still, small voice tells me I should work on it, and I get emails from time to time that gently (oh, so gently) tell me how much the words the Lord gives me mean to them. And that's why I know I will soon attack the manuscript with the idea of finishing it. Because, just as I was led to dip into writing in the first place, I feel the need to keep on putting down the message that, no matter what our circumstances, we're never far away from redemption. And if I can continue to spread that message, I will. To do otherwise would be to disrespect the One who got me into this in the first place.

Why Bother?

 We've sort of centered our TV watching this past week or so on various aspects of the political scene--mainly the debate, plus posts on the President's health (both accurate and glaringly slanted) and that of others.  

I've also read some of the online posts, which isn't wise if you're watching your blood pressure, and even some of the comments, which is a definite no-no. I seem to be unable to keep from doing these things, even though I know that they don't mean a lot. The best advice about social media was given to me long ago, and although I believe it and try to practice it, it's hard. A person wiser than I told me, "You don't have to enter into a fight with every post that takes a differing view from yours." Very few, if any, disagreements are settled via social media posts.

In that case, why bother? What I try to do is see if there is anything new that I don't already know--but I use the search facility to see if it's accurate or not. And if the information isn't backed up, I simply put it in the category of "tell it enough times and see if you can get someone to believe it." That's a well-known maneuver that goes back many years.

Some "polls" are fair, some unfair, and a few are actually designed to keep people from voting ("suppression polls"), thinking "what's the use?" So I take them with a grain of salt. And social media is part of today's fabric, and I can't let it go completely--just as sometimes I don't take my own advice, and thus, try to correct a false post.

What's your stand regarding social media? I'd like to know. 

Writing: Choose Your Subject (Carefully)

 Finding the idea for book--indeed, the general outline--is usually not a problem. Although the non-author may feel stumped, most writers find that they accumulate ideas fast enough to end up with a list of books they'll never have enough time to write. The problem isn't the idea, or even the general outline. It's the book itself.

As you know, if you follow this blog, I tend to collect and reread the books that I've enjoyed over the years. Recently, I pulled a favorite from the shelf and soon found myself wondering why it was such a best-seller. The parts that were supposed to engender excitement and hold my interest did just that, but I had to wade through so much to get to them that I gave it up. 

This particular author had recently turned out books that I jokingly felt the best thing about them was their usefulness as a doorstop, due to their length. This one was special, but I couldn't recall why. The ones I found myself going back to read multiple times were those that held my attention from the first few pages. Not only that, I admired the way the authors strung together words in simple sentences that demanded my attention--no compound sentences or words that sent me to the dictionary, but simply a narrative that was easy to follow and made me turn the page.

If you're a writer, think about this as you craft your next book. And if you're a reader, think about the books you'd go back time and again to read. These--and not necessarily those on any best-seller list--are books that would make it onto my bookshelf, to be read over and over. It doesn't matter what they're about so much as the way they're crafted. See if you agree.

Almost Didn't Post This

 

Actually had another post ready, but decided that this needed to go up. My first wife, Cynthia, passed away 21 years ago yesterday, after 14 days in the ICU where we prayed for the best and tried to prepare ourselves for the worst. Since then, God has granted me yet again the love of a wonderful woman, so although some people never achieve what I've been given, I am doubly blessed. Nevertheless, the influence of Cynthia on so many lives, including mine, will never be forgotten.

I started not to mark this anniversary (it happened 21 years ago), harkening to the advice of a dear friend: "Some anniversaries need not be observed in perpetuity."  I may follow that advice next year. Just not today.

Writing: When God Is Silent

In going through my computer, I found this information, written some time back. I thought that perhaps there was a writer somewhere for whom it would have meaning. I hope that's true. In my own case, I subsequently chose to "go indie" and haven't turned back. Maybe you're considering your own course of action. Whether you're still waiting for a contract, can't make up your mind about publishing your work yourself, or there's another reason you're stuck, I hope this helps.

 God made a promise to an old and childless Abraham that someday he would be the father of many nations. Fourteen years after that, Isaac was born to Abraham and his wife, Sarah. Did you ever wonder what happened during the prolonged period of waiting the patriarch endured? Did Abraham worry because he was getting older by the day without the son God promised? Did he agonize, wondering if perhaps God had forgotten His covenant? Did he consider trying other gods, hoping they’d do better a better job for him? We may not know what Abraham did during this period, but whatever it was, it’s evident he never lost faith in God.

What would a writer do if subjected to such a prolonged silence? Would the unpublished writer keep trying despite rejection after rejection? Would the previously published writer persevere when there were no more contracts? We’ve all felt it—the urge to throw up our hands and quit. Should we do it, or, like Abraham, keep the faith?

Like other writers, I have endured some of those silent periods, and I have to confess that during those times I worried...a lot. I wrote for four years before finally getting my first contract. I was ready to give up many times before then, and once I actually quit, although God had other plans. After that contract, though, I thought things would go more smoothly. Wrong. Despite four published novels, I endured a silent period again, waiting for a publisher to want my work. When there were no phone calls, no email messages, I wondered if God had forgotten me. Perhaps the call to writing I imagined feeling wasn’t real.

Finally, when I received another contract, because of publishing schedules I learned there was to be a hiatus of a year and a half between the publication of my last book and the appearance of the next one.  Although I worried that no one would remember me after such a prolonged absence, the void period turned out to be just what I needed. When you encounter periods of silence like these, remember that they may represent an example of God’s perfect timing. If you are overcome with worry during such a period, remember Abraham. He never lost faith. We shouldn’t either.

Does this speak to you? It did to me...both then and now.