Finding the Joy in the Journey

The garden has its second planting. The canner is going full tilt. I got another personal rejection from a fiction agent.

It’s a journey. The rejection was friendly, kind even, and specific about the reasons. It’s good grist for the improvement mill, and I’m grateful that 1) I am now consistently getting past the interns with most agent queries, and 2) some agents are kind enough to supply feedback, believing in the maturity of the author to incorporate it rather than fling it back in their face. Good on ya, agents. Your job can be emotionally draining, and it’s so helpful when you send that kind of information.

When I get a personal rejection, it feels invigorating. Someone cared enough to read my work and give me an honest opinion. That’s quite something in today’s crowded, noisy world. It means there’s a reason to fight another day to get my work to the right person.

Agents are a lot like dating: you have to find the person whose worldview either aligns or at least encompasses yours. You have to impress each other. You have to learn to trust and believe in each other. It’s a LOT like dating.

And it’s actually fun. In a success-driven society where people literally make “friends” with each other based on how useful they think you’re going to be to them later, hunting an agent feels honest. And like a learning opportunity. It’s a financial contract with emotional edges. It’s a strategic process where you learn what works and what doesn’t, pit what you think against advice from experts, and learn to flex.

As you send your five queries per week, it can feel like a game. Which is a good thing. Helps you keep your sanity as you add another rejection to the RESPONSE column of your query spreadsheet.

These days those response entries say things like “Personal no, too much romance,” and “personal no, possible reconsideration if…” When I scroll up a dozen entries, I wasn’t getting past the interns. A spreadsheet doesn’t just keep you from querying someone twice, it shows you progress.

Forward, onward, north to Narnia – or Chicago, New York, Charleston. Not all the awesome agents are in NYC.

There’s a joy in the journey, and a satisfaction to knowing you’re writing something worth looking at. To having done the work. The gatekeepers are part of the work, so make them part of the fun.

Come Fly With Me–

Jack’s Wednesday guest blog – –

There was a time when I enjoyed flying. During the 1980s and 1990s, I flew all over Europe and back and forward across the Atlantic.

Some of this was work-related, some was with my folk band, and some was just for leisure. Of course this was before 9/11, and airport security was much more relaxed.

I was late to check in for my flight from Boston to Scotland and was put on stand-by. I was also the last person left and got the last seat. It was first class – not business class – actual FIRST CLASS!! I had a personal dedicated flight attendant, unlimited drinks and excellent food, just like the other five folks who’d paid for it. And just one of the unexpected perks for an itinerant folksinger.

I was flying with the other members of my old band Heritage to Venice for a two week regional festival called FolkEst. The leg from London to Venice was with Alitalia, and the pilot had a tailwind. So he announced he’d give us a small detour over the Eiger and Jungfrau, explaining we shouldn’t move from side to side, as he would give everyone a view. That’s when we looked down and saw plainly the ledge on top of the Eiger, where we’d all been sitting just a few months earlier when playing on a Swiss tour. Our pilot got a sitting ovation as we touched down in Venice,

Alitalia also had the best food, which is something else that I began to pay attention to over the years. They were also one of the last airlines that still had smoking seats at the back of the plane!

I always enjoyed people watching, but when transferring at Heathrow in London to a Scottish flight, almost all the people on the other side of the walkway were folk I knew every time! Scotland is a small country!!

But do I still enjoy flying? No, NO, NO! Less legroom, pay extra for almost everything, nasty food – – –