Just before the holidays I took a day, cleaned up four children’s story manuscripts that I had lying around (in my laptop files), pulled together a kick-ass query letter, and sent them off to a couple of publishers.
One week later, I saw my self-addressed stamped envelope in the mailbox. What the hell?! One week? That’s like the speed of light in the publishing world.
I opened it up and saw my masterpiece of a query letter and thought, “Damn! Too lazy to send a form letter are we?”
And then I saw it. A handwritten note in the bottom corner. HAND WRITTEN! Some editor, whose name was completely illegible, had taken the time to write something with a pen!
Then, two weeks after that amazing event, I received another of my self-addressed stamped envelopes in the mailbox. It felt like Christmas! It was actually Christmas, but it felt like postal Christmas!
I opened it up and saw the last three of my masterpiece query letters, all with handwritten notes from the same illegibly named editor. Personal feedback in pen ink!
No, I am not getting published. But I did get actual input from an editor, who shall remain nameless because I can’t make out what it was. Although my little stories have been rejected, it still feels great that I got an actual personal response with brief suggestions on how to improve and a compliment to my good writing skills. Rejection has never felt so good!