I queried another publisher today. Before I did I specifically asked if they accepted submissions which have been previously self-published and they said yes. I feel pretty good about this one, I addressed my query to an editor who mentioned some of my influences as being among her favorites. So, we’ll see.
So far that makes three publishers (one of whom has so far replied in the negative) and one agent. I have tomorrow off work (it’s the Feast Of St. Joseph, who is the patron saint of the university) and I will do more research and send out more queries if I find suitable targets.
I’ve been fighting off the crazy with a big stick lately. It’s hard work. I ran across a review of Cannibal Hearts in a publication for a group that I used to be a member of, and while it was gratifying to see (it was a positive review) I found myself brooding on the circumstances of leaving that group. Not good.
One of the things about dissociation is that it’s like leprosy of the heart. The major danger of leprosy is that it destroys the nerves that register pain, and so the sufferer can be injured and not know it. It’s not the disease that causes the damage directly, it’s the untreated wounds.
Dissociation is like that. Because I have a mechanism that prevents me from feeling emotional pain, I often don’t realize how badly something bothers me until much later. It still hurts me, but I’m not aware that I am hurt until secondary symptoms begin to surface, and by then a sort of emotional gangrene has set in.
I find myself dealing with feelings of anger at a betrayal that is several years in the past, and I’m feeling a lot of it for the first time. It isn’t a good time for this, but there really isn’t ever a good time for processing emotional baggage. Or for a schizoid break, for that matter.
In any event, I have received a lot of positive feedback on this blog, and I think that keeping it going is the best course for my career as a writer. So no matter what the eventual status of my books, I think I’ll probably be here on WordPress (and Twitter) for the long haul.
Thanks to everyone who said that they like reading my thoughts.
One question that I would like to address to my readers–do you think that my work qualifies as GLBT fiction? I don’t really think of my work that way, but I do have an intersex romantic lead for my protagonist, and of my supporting characters who are in relationships I have more homosexual relationships than heterosexual ones. (Actually, I only have one relationship that is between one human male and one human female, pretty much every other one is in some way “different”.)
This isn’t something that I set out to do, it just kind of happened that way. I guess I tend to think of GLBT fiction as being polemic in some way, and I just write stories that happen to feature characters who are, uh, sexually adventurous. Which may just be my own prejudice.
So, opinions? If a publisher of agent specifies an interest in GLBT fiction, do you think I can pitch my work that way?