page.But the agent turned it away, without any feedback on the writingsample. He did, however, manage to mention that I was not ahousehold name.That was my first rejection. It probably took another month for me towrite anything else again. I’m a mother of four young children—ages 2,7, 8, and 12—so you can imagine the effort it takes to stay up all nightand write, even without the rejections.
Who else has seen it, encouraged it, rejected it, or stomped on it?How much had you revised it?
I’ve always believed that things happen for a reason, so I startedworkshopping bits of
Drop Dead Life
within a year of Erik’s death, as away to make meaning out of something unfathomable. From very earlyon, I hoped to use my journey to inspire authenticity in others.The feedback I received in three different online workshops helped pullthe words out of me, but I wasn’t ready to try to sell my book yet. Lifehadn’t given me the ending.This past February, I went to the
in San Diego—a conference I highly recommend for writers.I spent weeks preparing advanced submissions and query letters for thethree different literary agents and one editor with whom I scheduled tomeet there.When it came time for my SCWC Advanced Submission Critiques, allthree scheduled agents raved about my manuscript, declaring thingslike “People need to be inspired by stories like yours” or “You’ll begreat at speaking engagements” and “Loved the sex and humor.” I