Dear Rejection, I seem to be hearing from you a lot lately. Your mocking laughter says, “You’re not good enough.” “Give up!” “You’re no writer.” And while your tone is laced with failure, I’ve found that you bolster my resolve to become a better writer. As I dig deep and question whether or not I’m good enough and if I really want to be a writer, the same answer pops up; “Hell, yes!” So gather your ammunition and pull out the big guns. But understand that no matter how many times you knock me down, I will get back up. I may not defeat you today, and maybe not even tomorrow, but eventually I will conquer. Each rejection letter makes me even more determined to become a published author. Within the dark abyss of despair burns the refiner’s fire—purifying me—strengthening me—sculpting me into a great writer. The process is my own revision, and I’m really close to the final draft. So bring it on Rejection! I AM A WRITER, and I will write you out of my life. Sincerely, Rebecca Carpenter
If you are looking for The Total Deconstruction of Chloe Wilson, the referral to this blog in the Daily Sentinel as a place to buy the book was incorrect. Please go to Amazon.com and type in The Total Deconstruction of Chloe Wilson, and the book will pull up. Or, for quicker access, click the link on the bottom of my book. It is available in paperback and for Kindle download. Be Strong. Be Educated. Be Heard.
I created a FaceBook page for my book. I set up an author’s website. I made a YouTube video. I became a Twit on Twitter. And I’m still having a difficult time of reaching my target audience–teen girls.
Writing a book is easy. Marketing and selling the book is the hard part. How frustrating it is to have a valuable tool for teen girls (and their mothers) but not be able to get that tool into their hands.
Since Father’s Day is celebrated in June, I thought this would be a great time to re-post this blog. My father is my hero. A man of integrity and honesty. He is a man who believes in the value of work and responsibility. He is funny and fun. And I love him and respect him more than he could ever know.
There have been only two times that I witnessed my father break down and cry. The latter transpired as he spoke at his father’s funeral service. The first time happened while he read a book to my siblings and I. The book was Stone Fox by John Reynolds Gardiner.
I still remember my dad’s quavering tone as the protagonist, Little Willy, picked up his dead dog, Searchlight, and carried her across the finish line. Consumed in emotion, Dad became too choked up to continue. The powerful ending swallowed my entire family in loud sobs. It was at that moment that I realized books were magical. If a story could make the strongest man I knew cry, there was no limit to what a good book could do. Reading has been an integral part of my life ever since that defining moment.
Thanks, Dad, for being man enough to cry and for introducing me to the wonderful world of books.
If you have a child, I would highly recommend Stone Fox.
After six months of starting the self publishing process, I pushed the button to accept my cover and manuscript for publication.
The Total Deconstruction of Chloe Wilson is a straight-forward memoir about my teen pregnancy. The book is a great resource for teen girls, counselors, and parents of teen girls. I wrote this book to help teenage girls who suffer with low self-esteem to choose their youth and learn to be happy with who they are. I needed a boyfriend to feel good about myself. That mindset led to my eventual deconstruction and teen pregnancy. Topics addressed in the book include self-esteem, date rape, suicide, and teen pregnancy. Statistics and consequences of teen pregnancy are provided with a clear view of the risks involved for the mother and child.
I would encourage all teen girls, especially those at-risk, to read this book.
“My legs traded off, jiggling to my high level of anxiety.
I shifted in my chair–comfort eluded me.
On one side, the school nurse.
on the other sat Sarah. She looked eerily calm.
The attending nurse walked into the waiting room with the results tucked in her hand. I jumped out of my seat. Only a few feet away stood this woman in a smiley-face smock and she was holding my future…
‘I have good news,’ she said, ‘and bad news.’ She looked at my friend. ‘Sarah, you are not pregnant.’ Then, turning to me, she delivered the verdict without leniency.
‘Chloe, you definitely are.'” Excerpt from The Total Deconstruction of Chloe Wilson
“2000 teen girls in the US get pregnant every day.” stayteen.org
The link to my book on Amazon.com:
For me, indie publishing has been bitter-sweet. Self-publishing carries a stigma that a writer isn’t good enough if they don’t snag an agent or publishing house. But after observing many skilled and talented writers (some previously published through traditional publishing) receive rejection after rejection for representation, they too have turned to indie publishing.
From the mouth of my published and award winning writing mentor, “Despite everything, it’s still exciting to indie publish–our stories in print, books to sign, and readers to reach.”
Dark clouds huddled in tight formation. A loud clap of thunder rocked the sky. Perched on the peak of a two-story roof, a robin chirped and dove into an evergreen shrub. A collared lizard scurried under a flat slab of sandstone. Red ants lined up and marched into their hill, the last one hauling a pebble just big enough to plug the hole. Ahead of the impending storm, the scent of rain traveled on the light eastward breeze.
A brilliant flash of lightning split the sky above flat mountains of the Book Cliffs. Thunder boomed and rolled from the Colorado National Monument towards the Mesa. All at once the sky fell in a heavy downpour.
Streams swelled, drain ditches overflowed, puddles formed in low lying areas. Rain had finally smiled upon the desert region of western Colorado.
While animals scampered for shelter, I stood on my porch and observed nature’s symphony and art show. Cold horizontal drops pelted my face. Pine pitch mixed with the scent of rain. I closed my eyes and pretended to be high in the mountains, standing over a clear lake in the middle of tall spruce and aspens. Thunder crashed again. What a beautiful sound. I stepped into the storm and bathed myself in delicious drops.
Within thirty minutes, blue sky parted ominous clouds and sun rays burst upon heated asphalt. Steam rose and humidity spread its wings and soared. Shiny sidewalks and streets evaporated to their former dull state. A single puddle in the road held up a sign, “Rain was here.” Up the street, a large SUV clambered toward the puddle and threatened extinction. Before the vehicle stole my sunshine, I walked into the middle of the road…and jumped.
Two years ago I wrote the story of my teen pregnancy. I attended a writer’s conference and submitted it for review by an agent. The agent said the manuscript was well written, tight, and could see a great need in the marketplace. She offered the advice to “add the fleas on the dog” and make more of the scenes come alive. I took her advice and diligently revised and edited each and every scene to make sure as many as the five senses were covered, as possible. That process spanned an entire year.
After critiquing every chapter with a published author, I felt my memoir was ready for the publishing world. I submitted a query to the agent who had given me such positive feedback and held my breath. She was kind enough to get back to me within 24 hours, but said, “While you did make each scene come alive, as I suggested, I didn’t love the book.”
At first I felt crushed. But after a day or so, I decided not to let it get me down and queried several agents and publishing houses. All had the same response, “Not what we are looking for at this time.”
“What the hell are they looking for?” I thought a well-written, highly marketable book was exactly what publishers want.
After much nudging from friends, family, and other authors, I have decided to self-publish. CreateSpace was highly recommended by other self-publishers. A fickle publishing industry isn’t going to determine my publishing fate. I’ll leave that up to the marketplace and actual readers.
I will update the progress of my book release as the time gets nearer. Cross your fingers and wish me luck!
I’ve always been a writer. But it’s only been of recent that I decided to share my talent and become a serious writer. Since then, I have written three screenplays, several picture books, a young adult science fiction novel, and a memoir about my teen pregnancy.
From the time I learned to structure a proper sentence, my stories, poems, and song lyrics have erupted onto paper. Writing provided an escape into a fantasy world–a world where other people accepted me and I wasn’t just a nobody from Fruita, Colorado. Most of my early writing involved crushes, as I can’t remember a time when boys weren’t my main focus. Now, writing still provides an escape, but I’m no longer trying to create some alternate universe where I am popular. Rather, writing is my sanctuary, my release, my calming mechanism.
I write because stories pulse through my veins, pooling into my head until I find an outlet.
I write because I do believe the pen is more powerful than the sword.
I write because I feel compelled to write.
While my first two screenplays received Honorable Mention in the 2012 Colorado Film Contest, I am as of yet unpublished. But that does not diminish my title as a writer.
I look forward to the journey and hope any who want to follow will enjoy the ride.
My first poem – written in the third grade. Won a contest where I earned a spot in a poetry class.
Love is as beautiful as can be.
Love is just a mystery.
Love is all that you can find.
Love is everything all combined.
My favorite poem. Short and perfect.