It all began when I was introduced to my first romance novel at the tender age of thirteen. Forever seared in my brain where passionate kisses and bodice ripping. From that moment I resigned myself that I could write romance that good.
Over the years I've tried my hand at it only to be rejected not once but several times. It's always the same song and dance routine from a generic editor.
Actual email I recently got from a Harlequin editor:
"Dear Ms Elliott:
Thanks so much for submitting the first chapter and synopsis of your story. Our editors reviewed the submission with care. Unfortunately your story was not strong enough for us to consider further.
You’ve done a nice job balancing the romance with the faith elements, which suggests a solid understanding of the requirements of our Love Inspired programs. While you’ve created two sympathetic characters in Becky Gail and Rick, we’d suggest fine-tuning the romantic conflict between them. Because they are clearly drawn to each other from the beginning and spend time working toward a common goal, it’s difficult to pinpoint what stands in the way of their relationship. Why are they unable to commit to each other until the end of the story? Once this aspect is strengthened, the story will likely be more compelling and more engaging for the reader.
Good luck with your future writing endeavors and thanks for entering our challenge!
We hope you enjoyed the week long So You Think You Can Write event—a call to new writers and a celebration of romance fiction. We plan to hold another 24/7 online conference in the fall of 2011. Visit www.harlequinblog.com for more information throughout the year and make plans to join us! Sincerely,
The Harlequin Editors"
Now, I know I can write because my work has been accepted in several different venue's, maybe romance writing isn't my forte.
Faced with the possibility I will never be a romance author has garnered defeat, despair and deflation.
Do I admit defeat my work isn't good enough for any romance editor or do I suck it up and tweak what I have written?
Do I drown in despair because I can't cut it as a romance author or do I forge through the tidal wave of rejection?
Do I wallow in deflation or pick myself up by my boot straps and prove I am a writer?
I will suck it up, forge onward and pick myself up, continue toward my goal to become the author of a romance novel (only if it's one).
As Scarlett O'Hara quoted so famously in 'Gone With the Wind', "After all... tomorrow is another day."