This morning I decided to add a blog to my website. I know, I know—I’m always a little slow about such things. But it occurred to me that people checking the site might wonder what the heck is going on with the book, and I didn’t want to leave you hanging.
My path to publication started a little strangely since I got major media attention for my book before I’d even finished writing it. It was just a fluke that Jerry Oppenheimer, the writer of the Post article, happened to call to get a quote from me on Jerry’s new show. I mentioned that I was writing a book and before I knew it, I was featured in the article, and then got a call from Inside Edition.
I knew very little about the book business, but knew enough to know not to say no to such opportunities. I was grateful for both the article and the piece on Inside Edition, and continued writing as fast as I could.
Once the book was finished, however, I had no clue what to do next. I started asking my writer friends to explain to me how the business worked, and began my education on how to get published.
I learned quickly that I had chosen yet another profession in which the odds of success are overwhelmingly tiny. That never slowed me down the first time around though, so I kept going again, just like I had in my modeling career when I was a naïve young thing.
When I was teaching acting in Los Angeles, I used to tell my students, “People will tell you you’ll fail for many reasons and chances are they’re right, but if it’s really what you want to do, then do it anyway.”
So, I’m doing this. And I have learned a lot. In querying literary agents, I’ve gotten some interesting responses. Some of them were silence (not so interesting). A couple of them had very valuable advice (which I took). A few expressed interest in a non fiction book kissing and telling about you know who, but as many of you who know me know, I have no interest in writing that kind of book.
I stopped shopping the book for a while. My husband and I decided to move from
Los Angeles to , and that endeavor took much of my time. I was still working on commercials in L.A. and juggling that with getting the house ready to sell and still writing—something I can’t make myself not do now that I’ve discovered it. North Carolina
Anyway, two escrows and a multi dog and cat-filled cross-country trip later, we landed in
, a tiny quaint artists’ and writers’ haven that I loved at first sight. Tryon, North Carolina
I unpacked a little, kept writing, and ignored my first book. I’ve posted much of my fiction on websites under another name, thoroughly enjoying myself, but I knew I needed to get back to hocking what I’d started calling my “book book.”
I finally blew the dust off my list of literary agents and started sending out queries again, but honestly, it’s no fun. Rejection and being ignored have far less appeal than the absolute joy I find when I write, so naturally, I write more than I query.
Consequently, I’ve started a sequel to my book (my book book) even though I still have no agent. But I promise I’ll keep trying. And I’ll keep you posted on my progress as I go.