I'm not going to get all whiny and teary-eyed.
I just don't know if I have it in me to go back to the drawing board.
Another editor feels I write beautifully and really tried to get it into their publishing calendar, but, alas, they have many, many submissions every year . . . even gave me the name of other publishing houses which might be interested.
It really was a gracious rejection.
I've been toying with the idea of a novella just around Cammie's life.
I can't believe one publisher suggested that readers were more invested in Cammie than Mary.
I mean, Cammie's chapters are very provocative. Like a soap opera, really.
Would you like to read about her soap opera life?
Hey, maybe somebody would . . .
I just don't know. Some have said reading her chapters gave them nightmares. That might be because they know it's based on my life. Based on. Not exactly. But based on my life. They couldn't bear to know that I went through what Cammie went through.
I don't know what to do.
I spent five years of my life writing this book. I think it has a good message about verbal abuse and pornography addiction. I can't imagine anyone would want to publish a book that is ALL about that--without any redeeming qualities--or comedy relief of some kind. I mean, there's no real "happy ending" with Cammie, except that . . . well, I don't want to give away the end. Let's just say there are lots of possibilities for her.
Would anyone out there like to read my book and let me know what needs to be cut, added, rearranged?