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So the second submission to Arena was really just a fluke… in case you all didn’t know that by now. It’s been a while since I updated, but in my defense there hasn’t been much happening in terms of my book. K?

I purchased a copy of Writer’s Digest and really began looking at everything that I could be doing to get my book on the market. It was a bit disappointing to find out that I probably need representation. Not because I don’t like the concept… believe me, having someone go to publishers and bat for me on my behalf is amazing. Not to mention the benefits of being able to submit to publishers at all (many only accept pitches from agents)… but because it’s another hoop to have to get through on my road to publication.

I’ve submitted a query to the Andrea Brown Literary Agency. I have 6 weeks before I hear anything so you know what that means: Another countdown timer. I’m excited about this one though. I’ve read the bio of the agent I’m trying to get, and I think we match perfectly… She, on the other hand, will have to think likewise.

It appears that the time for my Friday pitch has come and gone, so my rejection has come without word and quite event-less. I wonder if I should keep submitting? Ha ha.

All isn’t lost, I suppose. It’s not like they emailed me back and said, “Wow! That was the worst thing I have ever read. Perhaps you should stick with your day job because this crap made me want to rip the eyeballs out of my socket.” They’re just not interested. Which could mean any host of things.

They were looking for adult fiction, and mine blurs the line a bit with British-style humor.

My manuscript is also  a mere 68,000 words. Which is short for short stories.

Perhaps they don’t accept submissions out of country.

I’ll never know what it was. Oh well. C’est la vie. There are pleanty of other publishers in the sea.

Okay, so my last post was really long. I’ll try to keep things shorter, I promise.

I got a second phone call from my old publisher asking me if I wanted to stay. Seriously? Because I hadn’t made it clear before. This time, the conversation didn’t last long. I said no, and informed her where to send the check. Period.