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So you'll get right on that...

Wait. What? That's supposed to be ONE novel??

I hope it's printed in 40-point font, otherwise that's half a million words.

They've got money to burn down at the P.O. I take it! Geez Louise.

At least it's the novel. I was afraid the query was that long. (heh, heh)

If that's going to get published, I hope it's out soon. I'm already 37 and not sure I'd be able to finish it before I die.

It's a query, and they sent the entire manuscript? Did they provide return postage?

Each time I think about how my first novel is too long, I see something like this and I feel a smidgin better. :D

That much about some guy's house? My house would take no more than 100 pages.

When did you sign George RR Martin as a client?

I think that house needs some serious remodeling. And to think, I'm trying to cut pages from my 344 page (double spaced) novel. I officially don't feel bad about my word count any more. :)

Steve Forti--Or Stephen King! :)

And to think, it will be judged on the first 5 (FIVE) of those 2,012 pages...

I think this is only the synopsis. The novel itself will be flown in by cargo aircraft.

Heh heh

What are the odds those are pages are numbered?

Bad time to overlook footers.

Is s/he expected to have the ms returned with comments? What does the SASE look like?

I think the Mayans are toying with you, Janet.

Holy crap.

It was really engaging until around page 830. Then it lost me.

What's on the sticky note? "My life's work. Vol. 1. More later. Cheers!"

you guys crack me up!

Wha...but I thought it blew away at the end of "Wonder Boys!"

The real question is, who is wearing a denim jacket and full-length jeans in this heat?

Would be much more impressive if it was in the world's largest three ring binder. Are you sure this really isn't a house, with someone named William living inside it? You're going to have to give us more details on this one... where did this thing come from? Did it drop out of the sky?

But it says right there in your submission requirements, "send cover letter and first 5000 pages of your manuscript."

::polishes glasses::

Oh cwap . . .

I don't think Barnes & Noble carries a cardboard Featured Display setup big enough to hold that thing. But come to think of it, a book that large would look great on my own bookshelf, next to the anvils, cast iron cauldrons and other 7-ton what-have-yous that I keep on my flimsy walmart shelves. I second the wishful thinking that this is the product of size 300 font.

I volunteer to read it. I'm serious. If we can work out a way to get this to me, I will read every page and write a book report for you and all your bloggy minions. I can't resist the premise of a 2000+ page book about William's house. Who the hell is William? What's his house like? So many questions. I'm sold. I seriously volunteer to read this.

This history book, second in a series, that my writing partner and I have in the works will be about that many pages when finished ... just sayin. for a novel though? umm did bill e goat write this?

Bit long for a first novel, isn’t it? What happens if you tell the author to rewrite the whole thing and resubmit? And did you sign him/her/it?

This ends on a cliffhanger and is the first in a trilogy, right?

Janet, did you actually request those pages? Or are they unsolicited?

I gotta agree with Ms. Reid and say these comments have had me laughing out loud for a good two minutes solid.

I'm guessing this dude hates trees.......

*Breaking new at ten: The recent accelerated disappearance of the rainforests has been attributed today to an unknown man known only as "William". It's believed that, as an two fingered salute to the current literary establishment, "William" sent copies of his "manuscript" to each of the thousands of editors and agents across America It propmted an area of rainforest the size of Bolivia to be felled in order to replenish paper stocks.*

I have no words, except: wow. Just wow.

How many ink cartridges does it take to print a 2012-page manuscript?

If I was the one who wrote that book I would either be thrilled, or motified, that you posted about it...proud or feeling really stupid that I dedicated so much of my life to it.
Damn, I still want to know what's on that sticky-note.

Is this from that endless number of monkeys we've all heard about who were given endless number of typewriters? If so, I think they've shown great restraint.

Oh my God, I thought it was the federal budget.

It occurs to me you had no problem burning through 400+ MSS for the Liz Norris competition. This is the equivalent of only four or five manuscripts of normal size. Probably an afternoon's reading. I would like to tap your phone and listen when you describe it to editors, though. The letters OMG! come to mind.

This guy (or gal) saw Marcel Proust's Things of Remembrance Past and said "Challenge accepted."

I sincerely hope there's a "the end" on that last page...

On the other hand...

Congratulations to the author for what must have been a good query to earn the request for a full. For their work ethic, too. Are you going to suggest they trim, or break it up into a couple of dozen books?

Large print?

It's supposed to be published Dec 22, 2012. This manuscript is the remainder of the Mayan calendar, as calculated by a computer named "William" with a formula known as "HOUSE" (human order under solar expectations), and covers the next 2011 years. Each page contains exactly three sentences that accurately describe the year. Last page has exactly 12 lines, each containing 21 words.

Interestingly enough, page 2011's sentences are:
"Space dust contains plague that transforms most of Earth's inhabitants to zombies."
"Ouch."
"Did you know that computers aren't immune to the space dust virus?"

Maybe it's a sequel to Raintree County.

Dear Ms. Reid

What monologuist/novelist Spalding Gray referred to as "The Monster In The Box".

(The finished draft of his novel "Impossible Vacation" went to the editor at 1900 pages.)

dylan

I love the quote you singled out. It's easily the best, most resonating part of the piece.

As for the conclusion...I couldn't disagree more with the author. For one thing, most of the time, writing isn't glamorous. For another, just because her work was rejected doesn't mean that the universe is telling her to stop. It just means that the project didn't work.

Right now, I've written a total of three complete novels. The first two were awful, but not without merit. There were things about them that were good, but they just didn't work. But they were still valuable, because I learned from them. You learn by doing. You learn writing by writing. Those two novels weren't a waste of my time. They were a learning tool. I'm still trying to rescue the third one, but if it can't be fixed? I'm okay with that. I'll write another one.

Thanks, Janet, for a thought-provoking article to read with my morning coffee.

She wrote: This was the first significant thing I’ve done professionally that flat-out failed.

She's at the beginning of her education. How many writers have talked about that first book they has stashed in a box somewhere gathering dust. And many of those writers have second and thirds scripts keeping the first company.

Even so, it's possible that with work that first book could still be a winner. After All, “The Diary of a Young Girl,” by Anne Frank, would be rejected by 15 others before Doubleday published it in 1952.
In the summer of 1950, Alfred A. Knopf Inc. turned down the English-language rights to a Dutch manuscript after receiving a particularly harsh reader’s report. The work was “very dull,” the reader insisted, “a dreary record of typical family bickering, petty annoyances and adolescent emotions.” Sales would be small because the main characters were neither familiar to Americans nor especially appealing. “Even if the work had come to light five years ago, when the subject was timely,” the reader wrote, “I don’t see that there would have been a chance for it.”

Some people see 'failure' while others see 'learning experiences.'

I don't think the author truly believes it. She makes some offhanded comment about someday paying a Jehovah's witness to distribute it. To me, this sounds like a writer who failed to get their book out there and is reliving their post failure self pity with some sardonic humor article.

If that book had been accepted I shudder to think how large the head of the author would have been. Come on now, rejection is part of the business, get over it, don’t be so full of yourself and your efforts. Trying isn't failure, not trying is.

Someday, when the author is wide awake at 2am waiting for the sound of the car in the driveway because ‘the baby’ is late returning home, or she’s waiting for medical test results regarding said baby, or baby becomes the devil or does devilish things, or baby breaks her pocketbook and her heart, will she say having a baby was a bad idea? Yes. No. Maybe.

Books may not emerge from a uterus but they certainly arrive helpless and in need of you. My writing is as much a part of me as my love for my daughters. At least the kids move out. No empty next from writing. My house is a dictionary of ideas and efforts.

Thanks for the article Janet. It solidified why I do what I do and it’s not for fame and fortune, it’s because it is so much a part of me.

In general I agree with you that writing a book is never a good idea. But in this specific case I think the author is right. She never should have written this book because she was writing it for all of the wrong reasons.

In the very first paragraph she talks about the reviews she wants and the TV show appearance she wants, not what the book means to her. She mentions seeing it as a brass ring to grab not a passion to pursue.

It does sound like she's getting the hang of it and I certainly don't think it was waste for her to write that second book that wasn't published. But yeah, that first one, I think it was a mistake.

She really put herself out there with this article. I respect that.

Maybe I'm wrong about this - I've only had two cups of coffee - but I read the ending as an affirmation of writing for the right reasons, no matter what comes of it. She seems to me an excellent writer and I don't believe she'll fail!

"My house is a dictionary of ideas and efforts."

♥

"Four and a half years ago I quit my job and moved continents so that I could write a book"

Words that strike fear into the hearts of editors everywhere.

I am slowly learning her lesson as well. Seems each one of my books is less grandiose and more to the heart of me. Some lessons we wish we didn't have to learn the hard way but sometimes that's the only way we learn them.

I agree with 'Unknown.' I'm 63 years old and I HATE to fail, and I always have. HATE it.

But it is still among the most valuable things that happen to me.

I read this article yesterday, and thought pretty much the same thing the other commenters here did. One of the first things I read when I started learning about the publishing industry was I'd need to grow a tough reptilian skin because failure and rejection are the two most common experiences on the road to publication. And even more importantly, rejection is not a personal judgment against you.

Writing a book you want to see published someday is like extreme blind dating. We spend years writing what we think is a fantastic book. We research agents, agencies, and publishers. We send our best possible pitch out into the universe. We're essentially proposing marriage to strangers on the strength of a few pages of writing. It is scary, but if you don't learn to let it roll off your back and move on, then maybe writing that book was a bad idea. It's not that the book itself lacked merit, but that author's skin wasn't tough enough.

I love writing. I'll never stop writing. It would be nice to be a published, successful author, but that's not why I started writing, and it's not why I keep writing.

And my first thought wasn't "Ooh! I'll get to be a guest on the Daily Show if I write a book!" That's just silly. I want to be on the Late Late Show. HAHAHA!!!

I think the book is always more important than the author. When you get to the point you think the reverse is true, you're in trouble.

If you're truly in love with writing, as I believe you have to be to one day sell a book (unless you're Snooki), I don't know that you can ever really view an unpublished manuscript as a failure.

For one, as Ali and others have mentioned, there's the experience you gain from writing said book. But it's also a very real possibility you might simply be trying to a sell a great book at the wrong time.

I write humor, and my first book--an A.J. Jacobs-y memoir--drew a decent response from agents. Ultimately, though, they felt I didn't yet have enough of a (brace yourselves) platform for them to sell it. And that's the rub of it: It's not just whether you can write. It also has to fit the realities of the market.

So when a particularly kind agent asked me if I would be willing to try something different before trying to get that first book published, I jumped at the chance. Now I've had the unbelievable experience of actually seeing my book on the shelves in a bookstore.

Book #1 may just sit on my laptop forever. Or I may be able to come back to it down the road. Either way, writing it was well worth it.

No, no, no, no, NO. You don't get to show up at my beloved collective announcing you have made a vase of popsicle sticks and expect it to get gallery space. We bleed words here, we write several books before we even understand how flawed they are, we burn ourselves down to ashes and bones and then humbly begin again on page one, page one, always page one. we are acolytes, all of us, and if it's difficult at times to look into the bright sun of others' early success, that particular pain diminishes eventually because you come to realize that it's an entirely different exercise. Book tours, media appearances, listing - irrelevant to the only moment that counts, which is the one in which you return to the page and ask yourself how you can be a better writer today and are GRATEFUL for the opportunity, not because a publisher has offered you something in trade, but between you get to CREATE with WORDS. if that doesn't chill/ignite/inspire/drive you, then go do something else. If you stay long enough to finish a book, don't look furtively around hoping that all the other kids are admiring you. Put your little boat in the water, get back to work, and eventually you'll have learned enough to come back and understand what it was that you made - whether it garnered others' admiration or not.

Whenever I meet someone with that kind of passion, I'm happy to consider them a colleague, no matter what, if anything, they've published.

One of my favorite parts of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang has Grandpa trapped in a dungeon with a group of aged scientists. Together they sing, "From the ashes of disaster grow the roses of success." I believe that, and I've tried to take that to heart when my work gets rejected. I also see those roses blooming when something I wrote gets accepted. It is all part of the work and learning and work and work work work that goes into writing.

I couldn't keep going if I were only focused on publication. That would be deeply depressing. I am just trying to write the best book I can. And to make it better. And better. And then I'll send it out there, but that isn't the most important part. And whether this book gets accepted or not, the next one will be better. And so on.

I think I'm going to have Sophie Littlefield's comment set to music.

In fact, there might be some other phrases from this comment trail in there too.

My first completed novel lies on my external hard drive, where I use it for spare parts. Somewhere within the shelf space of my house, there are five or six more novels that never got to The End. I can't say they made me feel like a failure, but they did make me feel like either I didn't have the backbone to finish, or I told crappy stories. Two finished, published books later, the writing is still hard, but I know when I have a good story and how to get it told. I think the author will get there - she's starting to understand why she's writing.

Janet, I had a dream about you last night. You flew in from NYC to my hometown in southern California, just to sit down at a table in the local country club, tell me you didn't want to represent my book because it's midlist and I need to write a blockbuster to be taken seriously. I told you, "But I like to write midlist mysteries because I like to read midlist mysteries." You shrugged, smiled, then got up from the table and flew back to NYC.

Really, you could have just emailed. LOL

I disagree with the conclusion, but any article that contains "My spirit animal has been kicked in the nuts" is well worth the time it takes to read.

Writing the book was not a mistake. It was an ego project, and she needed to go through it and have it fail so she could understand that.

Somehow I don't think she has fully learned that lesson. She did not mention what the story was. I can understand that while writing the book with stars in her eyes she would want to hug the story to herself, but if she has truly let it go, why not tell the world so somebody else can write it? Is this not a story that needs to be told? If so, let someone else tell it. If not, well, that explains why the book didn't sell.

Dear Ms. Reid,


How many times have I listened to somebody ranting about a disastrous affair they’d had with some selfish, demanding asshole, and as I ride out the recital of crimes it gradually dawns on me, “He/she is still in love with the asshole!”

Ms. Purtill may be trying to convince herself that writing her book was a misguided waste of time, but she didn’t convince me. The urgency that long ago compelled her to upend her life in order to track and capture the story seems to be still lurking in a remote catacomb of her being, and to represent a lingering romantic danger to her new-found domestic complacency – an obsession still so alluring and provocative that she is moved to condemn the impurity of her earlier aspirations, and distance her mature maternal self from the entire undertaking. This in spite of reaping the presumable rewards of having traded genuine (though perhaps naïve, half-assed) youthful ambition for crappy nappies and sour grapes.

I also wondered while I read her piece if it wasn’t (on some sub-level) intended to be a covert, back-channel teaser. Though she provides precious few details about the story she has nevertheless aroused my interest. She certainly can write. Southeast Asia, eh? A cashew farming connection? Intriguing.

Ms. Purtill, please send that Jehovah’s Witness my way when you get the copier running.

dylan

Blah, blah, blah.
I just want to be rich.
Like all Canadian writers.
:-)

"I don't think it's bad to fail. I think it can be damn valuable."

Yup, Janet, we learn from our mistakes. That's why I'm so smart.

(hehe)

Sure, the road to getting published is rough. What's new?

I used to model my writing on Forsythe's "The Day of the Jackal," Orwell's "1984," Hemingway's "Old Man and the Sea," and similar stories. It helped how my job allowed me to traipse across multiple continents — to meet people right out of those story worlds. I even have the pictures.

So, I would write stories with detailed "mechanics" … but with spare dialog. Still, the stories had diabolical plots about stealing wonder weapons and getting revenge on terrorists. Cool!

Those stories were plot-driven, serious expositions which eschewed humor, and the characters were mysterious — but maybe also overly enigmatic and distant. It worked for those other authors. No problem then … right?

Unfortunately, it wasn't working for me. Something seemed to be missing — but what?

One day at a folk festival, I was surrounded by people in a massive 1930's ballroom. The live traditional Irish music was magical. Even though there were hundreds dancing, somehow most of them faded away. This is because one dancer "owned the place" from the moment she sashayed in.

Space and time bent around her.

On the outside this dancer was about as pretty as a lumpy sack of potatoes with two legs. However, her inner beauty was, well … amazing. She brightened everyone's day. Seeing her change others somehow changed me.

That's the exact moment when I found my "voice" as a writer.

I started writing mostly dialog. My stories threw off "mechanics" and were about people who'd rather steal something more precious than state secrets or expensive paintings. These characters coveted other's tears and heartbeats … and snatched them up without apology.

However, I got embarrassed about transcribing all that "mushy stuff." I put those charcters in a box and went back to stories about plotting and scheming. Ahem! Yes, those dry mechanics were back again. An odd thing happened though. The characters would not accept being boxed up. 

They wanted to bend space and time too.

They started to stand up on the stage and tell me what to write. Huh? Are they allowed to do this? I was indulgent and let them speak. However, I didn't realize at first how those characters were "anchor babies" … and maybe skilled confidence game tricksters too? Now all of their relatives are squatting inside the recesses of my brain. I didn't even see it coming.

Those characters tug on me in the stairwell: "Here's what I did in the war. I killed Nazis" Another whispers in my ear when I'm sleeping: "I'm going to make that person love me." Another insists I pull the car over and write down what he's has to say: "No! It can't wait … but you're going to enjoy the juicy bits."

Like it or not, I might unexpectedly find myself in a garden center and think, "So and so would really like this." Wait! So and so doesn't exist … outside of my stories. Does it really matter? So and so gives me those great pep talks though.

Now I've got an even bigger problem. I'm drowning in all the stories of these people's grandparents, parents, spouses-to-be, and their future children. [Oh, are they going to be exhasperated by that strong-willed child. Payback … sweet patback!] Anyway, for a bunch of squatters, at least these families of characters have intriguing lives.

I've learned a lot from them too — including more empathy and compassion than I thought I had left.

Now, my main problem is which story to make into the "Great Anerican novel." Some "type A personality" character is going to be reallly pissed if it isn't him or her to go first. Imagine telling the rest of them to wait until the series about "those other f

I wrote my first completed novel when I was in my teens, and it's both the best and worst thing I've ever written. It's super funny and heartbreaking, but the structure is a mess.

I keep it there so I can pull bits and pieces out of it and adopt them into my other works. I also have it there so I can read it and see what was going on it my head- see where my heart was. It's almost like a time capsule of myself. I'm still young, so it wasn't that long ago. But knowing what was happening in my life, and being able to see how I channeled that at the time, is totally worth it.

I also write primarily YA, so whenever I need to get in touch with the Teenage Me, I go pay a visit to that first novel. And it is so much fun.

I'm nearing completion of the first draft of my fifth book. Yesterday, I had a conversation with my beta about the fourth book. Even though I knew before giving it to her that it was a hot mess, dealing with her criticism dealt a blow to the very little writing ego I have. It's also a good lesson in not being owed anything just because I love writing and, dang it, it was my fourth try and things should have been better or easier by now. The book doesn't owe me anything. I owe myself and the story. I want it to be as good as I can make it, just to do it justice.

Which is why I'm not giving up. Both the beta and I agree the book is salvageable, anyway, because the underlying structure is solid and the problems are all on the surface. But even if it weren't, I don't think the book was a bad idea, nor were the two novels I've trunked along the way. I learned something about writing and about myself in doing them, and that's valuable. And because I knew many of the reasons why the last one was messy, I've been able to avoid a lot of the same mistakes with the current WIP. (Or so I hope.) This author expected things to come too easily, just because she hadn't failed at anything before. That's just not how life or writing works.

Nice article, but I think her conclusion is pretty foolish. "I got rejected twice, so the universe says that I should stop writing?" If you really think that, I don't think that you love writing.

I don't love writing. I go nuts when I try to NOT write. Writing (story creation) is the filter through which I see life, and I am constantly turning over moments in my head, looking for how they can be presented in service of my Truth. I've written six novels at this point in my life -- I'm in my mid-30s. Several of them happened when I was a kid, and they show that. I learned from them. The others -- some I've shopped, and they've been rejected. I'm back to the drawing board on that.

I've never once thought the universe was telling me Stop. I thought the universe was telling me Get Better. Well, sometimes, I feel like the Publishing Universe is saying Write Something More Marketable, which I understand, but struggle with.

Anyway, yes. As you say, nice article, silly conclusion.

I'd be lying if I denied dreaming of publication. But I write because I can't NOT write. Since I was old enough to built forts under the backyard rhododendrons, where I whiled away "solitary" afternoons creating adventures for my toy dinosaurs, I've had to tell stories. They're in my grade school notebooks, the margins of college textbooks, the backs of discarded spreadsheets, and Twitter. I'd love to see them between glossy covers some day, but no matter what the universe says 'll never stop writing, because it's who I am.

I've written ten novels in the past four years and sold none of them. I did this while finishing college, working, getting married, and providing service in both the community and my religion.

I "tested the waters" by epublishing a Kindle book with no success. I sold about enough copies to pay off the cover artist.

Looking back, those first books I wrote were pretty bad. Even the books I wrote before then (several dozen from middle through high school) weren't fantastic. But the point was that I had stories to tell and I wanted to tell them.

Would it be great if I could make a living off this? Absolutely. I would love to have others experience what I'm writing. I'd love to be able to just chug out four to five books a year and get paid for it. It would be a dream.

But you don't get there without work. You can't just drop everything for that one novel and if it fails give up. It's part of the learning experience.

I'm twenty-six and I plan to write until I die. Maybe someday one will sell. Maybe not. But the point is that I'm doing it because I love it. I fly out to conventions and meet with other authors/editors/agents because it's fun. I write because I can't see myself NOT writing.

Every book taught me something, even if the book was awful. The only thing I can do is be damn sure the next one is better than the last.

The book itself was not a bad idea. It may have turned out to be a bad book, but that doesn't mean the idea was bad, or that writing it was a bad idea. It just means the execution needed a lot of work and maturity.

Many who continue to write despite rejection eventually arrive at this attitude: "Since this isn't going to make me rich and famous, I'm going to quit writing to please others and do this for myself."

She took a different path to that conclusion, but she got there. Bravo.

She wanted to create and be lauded for "important work." I have to laud her for her attempts to fight "the obnoxiously persistent conviction that external validation is the only kind that counts." That's an inner demon worth slamming to the mat.

Doesn't mean that writing to be successful is a morally unfit motivation. Unrealistic, perhaps, but some write to put bread on the table. That motivation works quite well for them.

I'm leery of the "the ONLY reason to write is for love of writing" concept because damn few sentences containing absolutes about a creative art can survive without eventually looking ludicrous.

Oh, that backseat would be bad for people who get carsick! 0_o

haha, cute...I call these cars, happy cars, but seriously I wouldn't take a man 'seriously' if he pulled up in one to take me out on a date! Give me that ol' pick-em-up truck any day. Okay, Janet, my research shows these latest round of 'happys' will be rolling off the production line in 2010 to the happy tune of 18k!

aw how freakin cute is that :) yay 2010!!

I'm all for anything that doesn't run on gas. Where I live, there is NO public transportation of any kind. Our village has a population of about 800 people, and you can walk everywhere, but the next closest town (where most jobs and shopping are) is 30 miles away. Traffic isn't bad, but a top speed of less than 55mph would be a problem. I'm impressed by all the alternative energy sources that keep popping up though, and I'm sure someone will develop something that will completely replace the internal combustion engine for good.