This has been a hard week.
Seems like I'm not the only one from what's being bandied about on the internet. I participated in multiple contests, including the Authoress' Secret Agent contest and #PitMad. I also tried for #PitchMadness, but was overlooked on that. Though, from talking to a couple of the judges, it seems like I got past the first round, but not much further.
Also, all my partial requests dried up this week, all with rejections. I've still got a handful of queries out but it's got to that point where I'm going to pack up my bags and move away, figuratively speaking.
I've got a handful of manuscript ideas floating around (you can see them here) , but I've been so focused on editing my wife's novel and trying to throw The Faithful against the wall to get any notice that my writing has suffered for months. I tried working on the robot novel, but that never went anywhere.
I'm considering Write or Die, just to get back into the swing of things. There's really no downside to doing it that way, other than my prose suffering due to the rapid nature of writing it.
Rather than go on and on, basically I'm doing a lot of considering and barely any writing. After all these rejections (now pushing 60), I'm starting to wonder if my editing advice is any good. I write more from the standpoint that the reader should be able to learn all about my characters through their actions, rather than churning out an endless stream of thoughts about the situation and the world. For me, it's more tedious to question the world, the characters he already knows, than to just let those things be.
I've been told by a couple agents that they need more, they want to spend more time in my characters' heads. They wouldn't publish my story even if I did that, but that's their two cents. One, two, fifteen, thirty rejections weren't enough to get me to even stumble, but fifty, almost sixty, plus all the near misses with agents, I don't know.
I'm sure tomorrow will be better, but tonight's kind of hard.