I mentioned in a post earlier this week that I submitted a novella to another publisher as a result of a Twitter pitch event last week. I haven’t heard anything back yet. And I didn't expect to; they announced day of the pitch that all submissions would get responses by the end of May. Unfortunately having that knowledge in advance has not stopped me from checking my email every five minutes like an obsessed teenager. [On a side note, it was submitted from a different email account than the one I used to query reviewers/bloggers regarding Souls & I check that every five minutes too. Is there a support group for this?]
This particular story I shopped around some years before. It was received favorably but with the same caveat from each publisher/editor: Change the ending. Obviously, I refused or I wouldn’t still be submitting the piece. During a conversation with the man of the house regarding this he said, “Baby if you want to be marketable you may have to change the ending. If it comes down to selling the story or artistic integrity are you really in a place in your writing career to stick to your guns?” But with this particular story, I feel quite strongly that yes, I have to stick to my guns.
It’s the first in a series revolving around a female CIA agent. An American version of James Bond. She’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em secret agent with a natural talent for languages and accents; an excellent marksman, she's just as deadly at hand-to-hand combat, and better than average with a hack, she travels internationally under assumed alias and disguises leaving a trail of broken bodies and broken hearts in her wake while protecting the land of the free and the home of the brave. And every publisher said it had to have a Happily Ever After ending.
To which I call, a large exuberant – BULLSHIT. If she was a dude, as evidenced from the 5 decade long success of the James Bond movie franchise (that’s not even counting the Ian Fleming books that inspired the movies!), no one would bat an eyelash. That is a seriously outdated and ridiculous double standard. In conclusion to my tiny little feminist rant, [it was only a hotel-sized-Ivory soapbox] I’m thinking that maybe if the publisher isn’t interested, I’ll give self-pub a try. Maybe.
It’s something to consider in the five minute intervals between checking my inbox anyway.
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