So some who read this blog might remember some time ago when I decided to take a trip into romance writing. It all went pear shaped when I discovered that I was indeed not black. How that is related to writing romance is a long and winding road, but suffice it to say I had completed a substantial amount of work on my first romance novel and was quite bummed to hear it was for nought. I had a title, a chapter plan, a plot map, character bibles, and the first chapter all finished. That's a lot of work to throw to the side and say "lesson learned". (Bad thing No. 1)
A year or so ago when I had a bit of success with my short stories, I got the crazy idea that it might be time to have a collection of them published. When I first started writing six years ago, I sent one of my wallflower novels to Kwela Publishers in South Africa. They sent me the most encouraging, nice rejection and I promised myself if ever I write something I'd like published in Southern Africa for the trade market, I would send it to them. So I sent the short story collection and they sent back a rejection with a quite brutal reader's report. (Bad thing No. 2)
Last Friday, after a pretty yucky week, at 3:59 pm, when the week was just about to be finished and thrown in the Crap Week Bucket, I got an email from ditsala ya me at Kwela. They wanted to know if I might like to write a romance novel for them. I asked why they thought of me and I got the reply that since I sent my short stories, I had been put on a list of writers to keep track of. Unlike the numerous unsavory lists where my name usually appears, I think I like this list. (Good thing No. 1)
So, Monday I sat down highly motivated and have since written 11,000 plus words in three days. I hope to finish the rough draft in a month, month and a half at most. Then- clean it up and polish to a bright shine and hopefully- voila!- I send it off, get an acceptance ,and I become a romance writer. (Good thing No. 2 , maybe)
1. Rejection is sometimes a really, really great thing.
2. Don't toss any writing away- it may just find a home.
3. A crap week is not a crap week until the Kwela bird doesn't sing.