(When you all get a copy of Darrows in your hands or on your screens, you’ll get that.)
I have never experienced such a rollercoaster before. One moment, I’m up. The next I’m down, but never out. The next, I’m so confused I don’t know what to think.
I’ve said it before, I’m saying it again. Darrows is a difficult sell for a lot of people. I knew that going into the querying process. Mostly because I can’t classify this story without thirty different labels. Well not thirty, but…
YA LGBTQ CONTEMPORARY MYTHOLGICAL FANTASY M/M TEEN ROMANCE
Or something like that. I don’t even know if that fully covers it all. It does fit, though.
So it’s a hard sell. It just means this story is different from what’s on the shelves, which “YAY! job well done,” I say. It’s what I like to do: find something no one seems to have done before and do it. And I know I’ve done just that.
So here we go. I find through Twitter and a few other outlets a list of agents who may have mentioned (at least once) that they were interested in LGBTQ stories. And I searched for agents who were interested in a retelling. I found agents who wanted tragedy as well as something different. And I made a VERY short list.
Sent out up to ten queries. A somewhat high/low number depending on who you ask. Why? Because it keeps the field small and easy for me to manage, otherwise I’m sifting through the thirty or forty agents I have at one time…and losing my mind trying to keep it all straight. BTDT and let’s never go through that again. (Last time I queried, it took up to seven months to hear from some agents. So, the shorter my list, the easier to keep straight who I’ve queried and who I haven’t.)
One maybe. YAY!
Then one No. Standard form letter, and that’s okay. Quent isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea. I love him no matter.
Send out another query to keep my number level. Which came back a few days later as a no in the form of a form letter. Again, it keeps Quent as my treasure.
Another out. No word yet.
And then, this week, the weirdest rejection letter (from the first group) I have ever read in my life or my very short authoring career so far. It was a not-form-letter. It was “praise” and “love” and “unique” and “different” and “intriguing” (not direct quotes, synonyms-ish). My story got quite the inflated ego, like a balloon being filled. But after it was full and pretty, the air came out with a pthutututututututut for at the very tail end of this beauty of a letter came an overall “This is not for me.” Huh.
I didn’t know if I should be proud…
…or if I should be upset…
I still sit confused as I read it. I think…I really have no answers. I can only imagine the reasons why…but I don’t want to because it’s not for me to assume or blame or judge, but query…instead, I’ll just take all the positives from the not-form-letter, clutch them to my chest because someone almost “got it” and keep on going like there’s no tomorrow.
Send out another query.
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