When I finally completed my first novel, I just knew it was ready to meet the world. I'd already been a member of a writer's forum for months, and I knew all about querying literary agents, because that was all the forum focused on. Trade publishing was it, and the only "it". Hardly anyone there mentioned self-publishing, and if they did, they were smiled upon pityingly, like a clueless guy taking his very first step onto a dance floor. "Oh, look, isn't that cute!"
Thus, there was no question I would look for an agent, and no doubt in my mind that I'd snag one; in fact, they'd be fighting over who'd get to represent me.
After all, I'd written a whole novel! How many people did that? I was so sure of success, in fact, that I planned to buy a six-pack of Blue Moon ale to celebrate the debut of Once in a Blue Moon.
I'm still thirsty, nine years later.
It turns out that first a novel has to be good. Who knew? Once in a Blue Moon seemed "fine" to me, and dang it, I'd spent months writing it; almost a year. Apparently none of those agents took my time into consideration.
It's kind of fun to be naive. More fun than being jaded. Even after getting rejected by about 79 agents, I was sure it was them, not me. The only thing I did wrong was fail to scour their wishlists to find out what they were looking for, and it turned out my story didn't fit with their "wants". Next time around I would be much more selective in my querying.
Radio Crazy had crime and hidden identities; right up certain agents' alleys. While every agent was looking for a strong woman story, I homed in on those who mentioned the right keywords. This time about 129 agents rejected it. I, of course, knew what was wrong ~ the backdrop of the story was country music (the MC worked as an all-night country radio disc jockey), and everyone knows that New York literary agents think country music is cornball.
So stupid of me.
The Apple was a family saga. Every women's fiction agent drools over family sagas, especially families with a dysfunctional member (check) and one who's shady (check). This novel was a can't-miss.
Well, agents were simply hopeless. I just couldn't deal with them anymore, so I stopped.
Every new novelist thinks their story is stupendous. They should think that. If they think their manuscript is crap, why even go on?
The key phrase here is "go on". It turns out that finishing a first draft is just step one. This is the time to start learning, and there is SO MUCH to learn. Number one is learning what makes for a compelling read. (Maybe that should come before the manuscript.) Even if the story is already written, learning all the important pieces will allow a writer to fix it. There are a lot of important pieces, as it turns out. But they involve work.
Once in a Blue Moon was a first draft. Sure, I edited it for spelling and grammar, but that's all.
After nine years of writing and learning, I've hit the "jaded" stage. I have much less faith in my work than I did then. (Isn't that supposed to go in the opposite direction?) Now in my editing, instead of being excited when I find a section I can improve upon, I feel defeated. I don't think, "Oh, this will make it so much better!" I instead wonder how many more flat, boring, poorly written passages I'm going to come across. And is it even worth it?
Bottom line, my advice to new writers is, hold onto that naivete as long as you can.