You may remember a few weeks ago when I found a brand new motto for life: What the hell? It can’t hurt to try.
Well, that’s pretty much down the drain.
The contest I entered, I didn’t make it through to the next round. 1000 entries made it through. Mine was not one of them. So, yeah.
I knew going in I wasn’t going to win. I knew going in that no one thinks my attempts at queries are any good. So it’s not a surprise that I didn’t make it through to the next round. But it does suck. It kinda pisses me off that no one in the publishing world is ever going to read my book because I can’t write an interesting query.
Maybe my book sucks. Maybe it isn’t just the query. But I don’t really believe that my book is bad. I really don’t. It’s not the greatest thing ever written, but I think it’s pretty good. And yet, I can’t move forward with it because I can’t get an agent interested in it.
Or maybe that’s my real problem: my book is bad, but I don’t realize it. Which may just be the saddest thing ever.
So my new motto is What the F***. I like it better than the other one. It’s more me, I think.