Getting to Grips with being…


I overslept.  Just as well it’s Sunday and I don’t have to be anywhere.  I was awake most of the night because I had to keep waking myself up from the recurring ‘drowning in rejection slips dream’.

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My new growth of pangolin skin

I’m not sure why one agent’s rejection succeeded in unsettling my sleep.  It’s only one rejection… in a collection of many and there is a reason I’ve grown a pangolin skin, but overnight the words

‘… it just doesn’t quite grab my imagination…’  

wormed their way into my subconscious.

But, after three and a half years and 92,000 words, I’m not going to allow my first attempt at a novel to wallow in the slushy stigma of rejection.

I’ve known about the Two Minute Grab Zone for quite some time, so it’s time I got to grips with it.

Nobody ever said the road to getting published was going to be easy and, perhaps three and a half years, for me, is not enough time to master grabbable.  Which means, as my storytelling does not grab the imagination, I am not ready to join the elite ranks of published fictional authors, yet.

The Pitch: Never Submit A Story Still Damp With Inspiration – Monica Carless

I wish I’d read your words of wisdom before I submitted, Monica Carless.

As of today, all submissions have ceased whilst I throw everything I have at making my storytelling instantly grabbable.

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