Have you ever written something that editors reject and tell
you to rewrite? Well, I have. I’ve been writing some self-help picture books.
They have been rejected by agent after agent. Will I ever find someone to
promote the books?
I've rewritten the manuscripts according to the suggestions
of my critique group, and I feel a little sad changing the focus of the
writing. Making the text funnier and move at a quicker pace. All the things
that make it better.
The things that has been interesting to me is that there is
a grieving process that goes with letting the old manuscript rest, hidden in
the documents of my computer. I am sad to not spend time with it every day. It’s
almost as if it had a life of its own, and we were very good friends. It has
moved on and so have I.
At first the new manuscript and I didn’t know if we ever
liked each other. We struggled to get to know one another and begin our
friendship. We are better acquainted now and find each other more than
tolerable at this point. The story is showing me the way to go, and I’m getting
to like it.
I still grieve for my old friend, for it is part of me and
I’m part of it. My life is better for having connected with it, and I’m
grateful. Sadness still cradles itself in my heart, but it lessens as the days
go by.
So here’s a tribute to my rejected writing. I am better for
having written. And happy that the manuscript and I can look at the synergism
that we created and know we are both standing on higher ground.
Christy
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