I ended up oversleeping, having been awake most of the night. I kept having to wake myself up from a particularly unsettling recurring dream. I’m on the road hoping to become instantly grabbable, on my quest to achieve the Two Minute Grab Zone.
One particular agent rejection has succeeded in disrupting my sleep pattern. It is only one rejection in a collection of many that have led me to grow a pangolin skin, but the words
‘… it just doesn’t quite grab my imagination…’
have wormed their way into my subconscious.
After three and a half years and 92,000 words, I am not prepared to take this on the chin and sit idly by and allow my first attempt at a novel to wallow in the slushy stigma of rejection.
I’ve known about the Two Minute Grab Zone for quite some time, and it’s time I got to grips with it.
Nobody ever said the road to getting published was going to be a breeze and, three and a half years, for me anyway, hasn’t been enough time to master instantly grabbable.
If my storytelling does not grab the imagination from the outset, I cannot expect to join the elite ranks of published fictional authors yet.
I wish I’d read your words of wisdom before I submitted, Monica Carless.
As of today, all submissions have ceased whilst I throw everything I have to make my storytelling instantly grabbable.