As the news of my being crowned an agent spreads, the influx of queries to my in-box is increasing at an alarming rate. I’m not sure whether to dance the happy dance and open a bottle of champagne or run crying into my room and hide my head under a pillow. In the comic book of my life I hear the phrase, “With great power comes great responsibility.” But I’m not Spiderman and in my misfiring memory somehow it’s James Earl Jones’ voice saying that phrase, which makes no sense at all. And then for no explicable reason I can hear Spock’s dying words, “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.” But what the f%@k does any of this have to do with writing or querying me or finding an agent or improving your craft? Why are you reading this blog anyway? Are you my friend? Are you my father? Did I guilt you into following me? I’m sorry I don’t have time to give encouraging and constructive criticism to all the nice people to whom I’m sending rejections. I hope they know it’s not personal. I’m trying to pick one person each day to write a kind, encouraging note to, when I reject their work. When I ask for a revision and resubmission I really mean it. When I say it’s not right for me it’s because it’s not right for me, whether that has to do with it being poorly written or not a genre I read or needing more work than I can help with or just not my cup of tea. Dear blog followers, I must go now. I just heard the ping! of another query dropping into my mailbox.
Do you believe there is such a thing as constructive criticism or is it all just criticism to you? How many unread e-mails are in your inbox?