I had a critique group meeting this afternoon. I love my group and really wanted the chance to get some feedback. But I’ve been working on the Race and Racism book, due Wednesday. So that I didn’t have to miss out on their feedback, I pulled out an old manuscript that I jokingly refer to as my misfit toy.
When I wrote it, my publisher was planning to start a series of early readers. “Can you write a few?” They printed up scads of examples and sent me an entire box full of material to read. Yes, you read that correctly. A box full. I read. I thought. I read some more and then I drafted three manuscripts for them.
They cancelled the program.
When a publisher put out a call for easy reading picture books that could be adapted into an app, I went through these old manuscripts. I really liked one of them. I rewrote it with this publisher’s specs in mind. They loved it and we discussed the app. Our ideas for this book meshed perfectly.
I waited for the contract.
And I wanted for the contract.
They explained having to delay things for a while and I waited some more.
Then they announced that they had produced the last of their apps and books.
Is this manuscript worth reworking again? Or should I just let it slide? At this point in our relationship, I have no perspective. Is it a misfit or just unlucky? So I ran it by my group.
They declared it not a misfit. Then Rick suggested that I add another attempt before the solution is found. And Rita recommended more onomatopoeia. I can clearly see how this will improve the piece. It looks like once I rework it that it will once again venture into the world of publishing.
Hopefully the third time really is the charm.