Tuesday, September 20, 2011

"No" with one agent could lead to "Yes" with someone else

Got a nice, though confusing, rejection from an agent about one of my books: "The writing is good and I enjoyed reading the material. However, I’m a bit at a loss at what direction I would take in presenting this."

That tells me while I can write well, the agent did not see a place she could market the book. I have received this kind of rejection before where the agent says they loved some things but they didn't know what to do with it.

That is fine because in the end you want the one agent who will go to bat for you and help you seal the deal with the right publisher.

The same can be said about life; you need people who will tough it with you no matter what. Everyone else, though they may take a passing interest, is not going to be there for the long haul.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away