So you’ve written something. Your friends have stopped calling because you never return their calls. Your dog has peed on the floor in desperation because you forgot to let him out for the fifth time in a row. Your partner has decided to play video games for the rest of his/her life because at least the female voice narrating the gore pays attention to him(her). Now what?
Send it the fuck out. Sure you could be all Emily Dickinson and keep your little books in a chest on your dresser, but let’s be honest, you probably aren’t as good as she is, you can’t rely on your sister to publish your poems for you, and in your little heart of hearts just admit that you’d like to be published. It’s OK. Published is good. It doesn’t make you a money-grabbing writing whore. Really it doesn’t.
Waiting to be discovered? Here’s what Meg from A Practical Wedding says. She had a wildly successful blog, but she still worked her ass off to get a book deal.
Over the past year, what I learned is that luck is yours to make. I always had the perception that bloggers suddenly started getting big, and then agents and publishers started throwing themselves at said blogger, and said blogger became an adorable, talented superstar. And that’s not the way it works in real life. In real life, you decide you want something, and then you go out and you work yourself into the ground trying to get it. You ask for what you want, you get told no, and you ask some more.
No one is going to beat down the door to get your work. You need to send it out. It’s a game of numbers. One year, I decided to send out three submissions a month. That’s when I started getting published. One of my friends calls this carpet bombing. Separate your submitting work brain from your creative brain. DO NOT reread what you’ve written obsessively, just send it out.
And let your dog out, can’t you see he needs to pee?