Kathryn Stockett "The Help" Refused 60 Times Before Becoming A Best Seller
If you ask my husband to my best feature, they smile and say: 'He will never give up. "But if you ask the typical worst, gets a funny twitch in his cheek, his eyes narrow and hiss:" Have you ever .. Lets. Up. "
It took a year and a half to write the first version of the guide. I was told most of my friends and family what I was working. Why not? We are forced to talk about our passion. After polishing my story, he announced it, and sent to a literary agent.
It took a year and a half to write the first version of the guide. I was told most of my friends and family what I was working. Why not? We are forced to talk about our passion. After polishing my story, he announced it, and sent to a literary agent.
Six weeks later I received a rejection letter from the agent saying. "History has not been my interest," I'm glad I called my friends and told them! told me I had my first rejection! Immediately, I went to publish. I was sure he could make the story stronger and more exciting the better.
A few months later, I sent a few officers. He received a little more press. Well, instead of 15. I was a little less dramatic this time, but I kept my head high. "Maybe the next book will be one," said a friend. Next book? I was not about to move to the next just because of some stupid letters. I wanted to write this book.
A few months later, I sent a few officers. He received a little more press. Well, instead of 15. I was a little less dramatic this time, but I kept my head high. "Maybe the next book will be one," said a friend. Next book? I was not about to move to the next just because of some stupid letters. I wanted to write this book.
A year and a half later, I opened my rejection 40, "There is no market for this kind of tired of writing." Whether you finally made me mourn. "There is much to resolve, Kathryn," said a friend. "How can you avoid feeling like it was a huge waste of your time?"
It 'been a difficult weekend. I got in my pajamas, slothing on the race of self-pity, you know what, chair sofa bed, refrigerator, on the couch again. But I could not let the Guide. Call it tenacity, I call it solved, or call it what my husband calls it: stubbornness.
It 'been a difficult weekend. I got in my pajamas, slothing on the race of self-pity, you know what, chair sofa bed, refrigerator, on the couch again. But I could not let the Guide. Call it tenacity, I call it solved, or call it what my husband calls it: stubbornness.
After 40 rejection, I began to lie to my friends what I did over the weekend. They were surprised by the number of times a person can paint your apartment. The truth is that I was embarrassed for my family and friends to know that I was still working on the same story, apparently, no one wanted to read.
Sometimes I go to literary conferences, just to be on other writers trying to get published. I will inevitably meet some successful writer who say, "Just keep at it. I rejected 14 before I finally got an agent. Fourteen. How are you? "
Sometimes I go to literary conferences, just to be on other writers trying to get published. I will inevitably meet some successful writer who say, "Just keep at it. I rejected 14 before I finally got an agent. Fourteen. How are you? "
For the release of 45 years, I was really neurotic. That was all I could think of, reviewing the book, did better, getting an agent, are published. I insisted on rewriting the last chapter of an hour before I was in the hospital to give birth to my daughter. I would not go to the hospital until I wrote at the end. I kept leaning on my research in my hospital room when the nurse looked at me as if I was not human, and said New Jersey accent, "leave the book, you can be sure crown nut job."
It has worsened. I started lying to my husband. It was as if I had an affair with 10 black girls and a thin white girl. After my daughter was born, I started sneaking out of hotels on the weekend for a few hours to write. I leave for the Poconos! Based on the weekend girls! I would say. In the meantime, I'd be at the Comfort Inn on the corner. It was a terrible way to act, but for the love of God, I could not bring myself to give up.
It has worsened. I started lying to my husband. It was as if I had an affair with 10 black girls and a thin white girl. After my daughter was born, I started sneaking out of hotels on the weekend for a few hours to write. I leave for the Poconos! Based on the weekend girls! I would say. In the meantime, I'd be at the Comfort Inn on the corner. It was a terrible way to act, but for the love of God, I could not bring myself to give up.
Eventually I got 60 rejections for the most help. But the number 61 is literally one who accepted me. After my five years of writing and three and a half years of being rejected, found an agent named Susan Ramer mercy on me. What if I had given up on 15? Or 40? Or even 60? Three weeks later, Susan Sellers Help to Amy Einhorn Books.
The point is, I can not tell you how to succeed. But I can not tell you how: give in to the shame of being rejected and put your manuscript or painting, singing, voice, dance, [insert here the passion] in the coffin that is your bed tray and close well . I guarantee it will not take you anywhere. Or you could do what this writer did: Give your occupation instead.
And if your friends make fun of you to pursue your dreams, not just meet.
And if your friends make fun of you to pursue your dreams, not just meet.
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