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Decide What to Be and Go Be It

Today I like: The Avett Brothers
Not so much: Indecision

There’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded in light
in the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right
and it comes in black and it comes in white
and I’m frightened by those who don’t see it
when nothing is owed, deserved or expected…
when you’re loved by someone you’re never rejected
decide what to be and go be it
– The Avett Bros, Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise

I have to be out the door to get to school with my three kids by 7am. Naturally, on the mornings when we’re running late, I follow the most modern, enlightened parenting techniques to get us moving: I resort to bribery. The other day, bribery came in the form of doughnuts.

So, at 6:55am, as we’re standing in front of the bakery counter at Publix, annoying the hair-netted lady who is technically not on duty for another five minutes, my oldest daughter had a moment of indecision. Pink sprinkled frosting or chocolate sprinkled frosting?

“I can’t decide, Mommy,” she says. “They both look so good.”

She’s in agony. A choice between yummy and yummy. If I’d asked her to choose between a doughnut and a hefty serving of brussel sprouts she’d have had no problem.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about choice, and what it means to me, and these are the kind of decisions that are the most difficult. There is no obvious choice in two positives. The decision process is even more difficult if you feel your choices are all negatives. How does one pick between one bad outcome and another?

As I’ve gotten older, and whoa, I’m feeling ancient these days at thirty-five, I’ve found that the important choices in my life often come in shades of gray. As they say, the more you see, the less you know. I posed this problem to the smartest woman in my acquaintance, my mother. Not only is she insightful, she reads Aristotle and books with titles like The Fabric of the Cosmos for fun. So she’s my go-to for all questions philosophical.

She said that a Jesuit scholar once explained to her that the highest form of intellectual functioning is to hold paradox in your mind. This struck me as a fascinating concept…the idea that two opposing ideas could coexist: be simultaneously at odds and correct. In my opinion, when thinking people have difficulty with an ambiguous decision, they are putting this concept into practice. It’s much more challenging to look at all options and weigh them equally than to take a view that’s painted in colors of one extreme or another.

The danger in this way of thinking, however, is that it can lead to something I detest: indecision.

In the past, there was one path to success as a writer: you got an agent, and your agent pitched your work to publishing houses. Hopefully the stars aligned and you nailed the elusive publishing contract. The choice was easy, because there was no choice. These days, however, writers can choose from traditional publishing, self-publishing, and routes that combine a bit of both. All options have their supporters and detractors, their success stories and failure stories. It’s a time when things are both wide-open and intimidating. What’s a writer to do?

I guess I approach this issue in the same way I approach ambiguous decisions in my life. Maybe there is no perfect decision that will wrap everything up in a pretty parcel. No right choice, just a made choice. It can be more difficult when everyone around you has an opinion, and those opinions run in conflict with one another.

So you weigh your options, pick a route and embrace it. If that choice turns out to be the wrong one, well, then that course will have led you to another choice and another chance.

Self-publish or traditional? This job/house/college or that one? Full-time parent or career? Fight or flight? Pink sprinkles or chocolate sprinkles?

In the end, few decisions are really final. Those who love you will love you, those who believe in you will believe in you. And I truly believe that a decision, no matter how it goes down, is better than no decision at all.

 

 

 

 

I can finally say it…

Today I like: Everything!
Not so much: Nothing! I love you, world!

I’m very excited this week. Because….I’ve signed with a literary agent! Not just any agent…the agent I really hoped to land. It’s a bit of a crazy story, honestly, with lots of twists and turns. Here goes!

I started the querying process before the holidays, and I had a surprising amount of good response. Lots of rejections, as is usually the case, but fortunately I do not have an “I sent out 100 queries for my first novel and got nada” story. I have to give a shout out to Algonkian’s NYC Pitch and Shop Conference for helping me craft a very solid pitch.

Request, rejection, send out more letters; I followed the usual process. As the rejections came in I looked for common concerns. I cut and adjusted and moved stuff around. I tweaked my letter. A few rejections got me down, but I tried to stay positive and worked hard on my second novel. I met some amazing women at the Pitch and Shop Conference, and their support encouraged me to seek out other writers. After all, we’re not all JD Salinger! Writers need colleagues, too!

I joined the Women’s Fiction Chapter of Romance Writers of America, a great online group of published and unpublished writers of that vague genre…”Women’s Fiction.” I felt a little like someone’s date at an awards show…kind of giddy to be in the company of so many writers who’d made it. Everyone was talking about Twitter, so I joined up.

Three days into my tweeting endeavors I saw a chirp from a fellow member of RWA-WF. Writers for the Red Cross Auction! Come bid on books, services, etc. It sounded like a great cause. I clicked on the link, and saw that Rebecca Friedman of Hill Nadell Literary Agency was offering a critique of the first chapters of the winning bidder’s manuscript. Bidding closed in one hour.

Lots of bidding and a nice tax deduction later, and I’d won the auction! I sent my manuscript off to Rebecca, and held my breath for six weeks. In the meantime I had some more requests, and I read a book by one of Rebecca’s clients, Cara Hoffman. By the time I finished So Much Pretty I knew that if Rebecca offered me representation I’d leap at the chance to work with her. So Much Pretty is a beautifully written and incredibly brave book. I could tell Rebecca and I shared an interest in women’s hopes and fears, and in telling the truth, even if it clashes with the way things ought to be.

Friday night Rebecca called me from vacation in Thailand. I was in Charleston, and ran out of a restaurant onto East Bay Street to hear the news. The best moment of my writing life!

Of course rejections bummed me out at times over the past few months. Now, however, it all seems meant to be. The little improvements to the manuscript, the relationships I made along the way, the slightly roundabout path to get my book in front of the person who just got it.

As a writer it’s easy to feel like you’re spinning your wheels. You never know, they might be spinning in the right direction.

On Query Letter Word Count

Today I like: Squirrels
Not so much: Query letters

Fist let me apologize to readers who may be hoping for another installment of wild suburban holiday party-hopping or ruminations on Cinderella. I promise to return to that fun stuff as soon as I get this off my chest. This post is for the writers out there…

Query letters. Let’s face it. All writers dislike them. They’re like post-Halloween diets, painful but necessary. Writers spend months on them. You think you have it right, you send it out…only to tweak your hook two days later. Ugh, would dream agent have preferred the new version? Would it have made her (him) scream, “Yes, yes, yes! Send me your manuscript and meet me in Manhattan for lunch on Friday! I’m paying!”

Doubtful, but still, we obsess. At the pinnacle of my query writing hysteria I became fixated on word count. I joined a very nice online community of well-meaning, query-critiquing writers. They followed a simple mantra: Query must be concise, concise, concise! 250 words…or at most 252. I’d slice a word here, re-write a phrase there, and rejoice in each chop. At its shortest my query came in at 280 words, but it was…boring. I briefly considered hurling my laptop and several B&N trips worth of books on queries out the window.

Take a deep breath, gracefully exit online query fest. How long, exactly, is the ideal query? I did some admittedly very unscientific research.  There are lots successful queries out there in cyber space. Some agents (like Kristin Nelson and Jessica Faust) post client queries on their blogs. Writer’s Digest’s GuidetoLiteraryAgents.com has a great  recurring series called, ahem, “Sucessful Queries.” Agents post queries that attracted their attention and landed representation for the writer. I also perused my books on agents and queries. I tracked down approximately sixty positively received YA and adult fiction queries (all genres).

So what’s the verdict?

Total queries: 59

Word Counts:

150-200: 3

200-250: 5

250-300: 17

300-350: 16

350-400: 11

400-450: 6

450-500: 1

I noticed a few trends. The fantasy and literary fiction queries ran a bit longer, the YA ones a bit shorter. Agents who posted the shortest queries clearly noted their preference for “short and sweet.”

After some similar tracking, agent Nathan Bransford had this to say about query word count: “…there is a sweet spot in query word count between 250 and 350 words. Anything shorter than 250 usually (but not always) seems too short and anything longer than 350 usually (but not always) seems too long.”

Yeah! More than half of the sucessful queries I looked at fall into this 250-350 category. I feel vindicated. My grad school stats professors would be so proud.

So anyway, what does this all mean? Well, not much…but it does satisfy my curiosity, and proves that while there is a general range that seems to garner more positive reactions, queries have to work for both your book and the agent you’re querying. I will now happily send out a query of (approximately) 324 words, but hey, who’s counting?

Steph