I’ve been thinking on-and-off for a while now about changing my blog and self hosting it so I own my content.
TheWoldOfSarahLou is coming up to it’s 2nd year in August, and I think it’ll be nice to move it before then.
The one thing keeping me from moving? I can’t think of a new name for said blog. I’ve stuck with the same name that I first came up with, and I don’t think it’s good enough for a good blog. A name should be unique and imaginative that people will remember.
I’m going to be still be writing about the same things – but I’m going to be taking it more seriously, with more photos.
I’ve done all the googling about blog names that I can do, and I’m still stuck. I have a new theme and I know exactly how it’s going to look like, the name has yet to come to me.
I want the name to show that I’m different. I want to put something about ‘rock’ into it- because I’m a rocker, but also something that tells people that it’s going to be about writing, books, fashion etc.
Writers dream about the day where they can send off to agents and publishers and think up of all the rejection letters that they get back- maybe stick them up and look at them…
It doesn’t happen like that.
The majority of rejection letters aren’t long or informative as we’re made to believe.
Take myself for example:
I’m up to 11 rejections
And not a single one has an ounce of constructive criticism to give to me.
Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, I just don’t know.
The only thing I’ve gotten from them is to ‘keep sending it out’ and ‘it just isn’t for them’.
In other words:
That’s it! That is all the feedback I’ve gotten back. No deep insight on what’s wrong with the chapters or what needs improving.
I have absolutely no direction of what to do next- the only thing I can do, is to keep sending them out, and I don’t know whether I should focus on this story or focus on the ten-odd stories that are dying for my attention.
The only think I can do now is:
It’s Friday evening, already on my second bottle of Coors Light.
I need to figure out my writing goals for tonight and the next two days. I haven’t written in weeks, easily over a month.
- 10,000 written words – well, really it’s 9,500 words, but I just rounded it up to the nearest total. This is on two WIPs that I have and it’s just getting them to the next ten thousand words.
- Edit 3 chapters – I want to edit chapter 4 – 6 of my completed novel and get it out to a select few of people to get feedback on it. I haven’t touched it in a while, so it should be interested.
I got another rejection letter, and I’m up to 7 rejections now, and going to try and do Camp Nanowrimo next month.
For the first time ever ( in the three years I’ve had it) my MacBook broke last Monday.
I’m already starting to lose my mind, I don’t know what to do with myself, Like I have all this free time and nothing to do with it. I can’t edit any or work on my novels. The funny thing is, I’m pretty sure that I went longer than this without touching them, but because I know I can’t work on them it’s just making it so much harder.
It also doesn’t help that I had to take a very rare sick day from work yesterday due to a migraine that started on Thursday while in work . I’ve never gotten a migraine before. But I’ve started to get back into playing The Elder Scrolls again (I haven’t touched it in months, and I know why- it’s extremely addictive) so I have this free time and I can use it up by advancing in that game. (I may go and buy myself a television for my room, so I can play it whenever I want and not wait around for people to finish watching tv.
My MacBook won’t be home till next Friday, so a whole week to find stuff to do when I come home that’s not wasting I front of the television.
It’s just weird that I use to function without a computer. What the hell did I even do with myself? I need to fill up this free time and right now it’s looking to be the Xbox that’s going to do it, because I can’t think of anything else to do with it.
Sent the first three chapters off to more publishers on Thursday, and I have to say that it gets easier.
I sent off to 4 agents/publishers, bringing the total amount now to 9.
This time around I didn’t get palpitations and didn’t break out into a cold sweat or even closed my eyes when hitting the send button. It was more of a ‘whatever, just send it off.’
Going to write 5-10k this weekend because I haven’t done any writing all monthly… Weirdly, because I’ve been so focuses still on editing this book. But I really need to get the words going on the other books to even be where I want to be.
What is everyone else’s writing weekend looking like? Any big plans?
In Amsterdam, it’s the Saturday of the weekend before my 25th birthday, and I’ve spent it hungover from birthday drinks the night before…
When, I get my 4th rejection.
For some reason, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget this. It’ll be something to tell people about my struggle of getting published…the one rejection that happened in Amsterdam.
I really don’t like what she said in it though:
“That she couldn’t connect with the story”
I don’t like the way that none of the rejections so far elaborated on what they mean and are just a tiny little paragraph. What am I supposed to take from that??! Scrap the beginning and start all over??! Should I add in more details?? Make it less shady, because it’s not supposed to be clear in the beginning on what is happening…hmm…that’s probably it.
I’m not changing it, not yet. Not till I reach number 10.
We then got a bunch of Burritos [supposedly from the best Amsterdam burrito place] but they were disgusting and none of us finished them. Now, going to pop on some music and get writing again.
I got my last rejection on Friday, and I have gotten slightly down about it, but today I shook myself down and got back into it.
I have the next week planned out as follows:
From now till Friday night I’m going to do a full round of editing on the first 3 chapters. Can’t be too perfect, right? [I havent looked at it for at least a month now, just to give myself a breather and so I can look at it with fresh eyes.]
At 9am on Saturday morning, I’m going to sit down with a nice mug of coffee and send off to about 10 other agents and publishers. Just to have a nice round number. Bringing the total about to 13, still a bit small, nothing to start panicking over.
I am then going to go to my stupid dad’s 50th and feel like I’m on top of the world and can conquer anything to spend Sunday researching for more people to send off to.
I’m on a positive vibe today and it’s amazing.
I honestly thought I was up to my fifth rejection, turns out I’m not. I’m only at number 3 [not including the publisher who didn’t get back] so really, it’s 4.
I’ve only gotten 3 e-mails back and all three are saying the same thing, to keep trying. None give me anything to work on or to fix up. I have another six agents and publishers lined up that I was thinking of sending to today, but I don’t know if I’m going to send off to them or should I fix up the beginning first. I know it’s a tiny number to start getting paranoid, as most authors get 10-20-30 rejections before they get anywhere.
I don’t know what to do.
I got an email this afternoon from a literary agent. Another rejection.
They’re all saying the same thing. That it isn’t for them and to keep trying.
They’re not saying if there is anything I could change or improve. Just to keep trying and I’ll find someone who’ll take it. Every single one of them.
I would rather for them to say if I could change anything, but they don’t and so there’s nothing for me to work on.
I’m not sure if I should change what I’m sending or to keep sending it. This was the last one I was waiting back from and now I have to send off to more agents and publishers.
Finally got another rejection yesterday. It didn’t even phase me, it was the same ‘she wasn’t looking for the type of material’ and not to get discouraged. But I honestly numb about the whole thing now. Whether it does get published or not, I’ll just keep sending it off till someone says that they want to read more.
Writing has come to a standstill. I haven’t even started on Camp Nanowrimo, not a sodden word. That’s how bad it’s gotten. Writing just isn’t in the forefront of my life right now, my days are spent still looking for jobs, going to interviews. Planning meals and exercising to get skinny for this wedding. I’ve started taking protein shakes as a lunch and after my nighttime walk- that is how serious this weight loss has gotten with me.
People keep telling me ‘i don’t need to lose weight’. I know this. Right now I’m ‘curvy’ but I want to feel like I can wear anything and look good. I want to feel healthy and I want to look my best. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I just want to start feeling good in myself, and that means getting down to 10 stone, so I’m losing the weight and nobody is going to stop me. I want to keep this healthy life up for good, it’s just a nice feeling to eat good food and sweat it twice a day. I don’t need to takeaways and crappy frozen or eating twice the amount I should.