Well, for those of you who think one book deal makes the rest of your writing career plain sailing, I’m here to tell you that the publisher rejected my second book. I took a few days to feel bad about that, then I looked at my options.
You know what I’m doing? I’m self-publishing it. I am quite sure it got rejected because it’s just not right for the audience they’ve worked very hard to cultivate. I don’t believe it’s totally unsellable. Also I’ve taken a perverse anarchistic pride in the amount of genre conventions and rules I broke with that book. It’s damn well seeing the light of day.
Once I’ve figured out the mysteries of self-publishing through Amazon I’ll tell y’all about it (this ain’t my first rodeo with self publishing but I wasn’t totally happy with Lulu when I published my first book in 2012, followed quickly by a book in 2013 that was published by a publishing house – who basically did a worse job than I did with the self-pub’d one; the book I published earlier this year was through a different publisher who were much better, but they don’t want my next two). I’m really glad I’ve got a good camera to do cover art. I’m thinking something tasteful, modern and simple, because I don’t know how to use photoshop.
Linking bondage novels with bonding rabbits, at the same time that was all going on, Poppy was becoming friendly with our indoor buns Banacek and Cleo. But then yesterday afternoon, I went out on a limb and put her and Fifer together. They’ve been together again ever since. Those two are going to have more break ups and make ups than Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, I just need to make sure Poppy gets put in the slammer (her hutch) if she beats on Fifer again. Female-originated domestic violence is a huge phenomenon in rabbits, and it’s hard to spot because male rabbits are so stoic and pretend like nothing’s happened.
Banacek is feeling a bit low because he only gets one girlfriend, Cleo’s feeling a bit low because there was a snuggly nose where there is now no snuggly nose (but Cleo kept chasing Poppy out of everything she decided was her territory – i.e. the whole house so I can’t feel sorry for Cleo) and Fifer’s feeling a bit ambivalent towards Poppy, but he’s willing to give her another chance, and he isn’t running away from her in terror any more. That’s my Fifey bun. He’s just the best. That’s why I don’t want him getting hurt in all this. I know he’s giving her a second chance because I gave him a second chance after he nearly killed Neville. I’m proud of how tolerant he’s become, but I will never forget that this was down to Katie’s saintly influence on him before she died. It’s like a telenovela on my kitchen floor.
Let’s see if I can get some pictures to upload, eh?
So Fifer isn’t rejecting Poppy any more, and the rabbits have shown me that rejection is transient, painful in the acute stage but eventually it makes way for possibility. The possibility of more rejection, true, but hey, better the devil you don’t know because they might have a blunt pitchfork, right?