Me and Richard Paul Evans
Mood:
hug me
I started the morning as the only guest at my own personal Pity Party. I received another of “those” letters, only in this case it was an email. I discovered that most literary agents now accept email queries so I’ve been sending off a few. In this case, I followed the agent’s guidelines very carefully.
1) Describe type of book.
2) A three-sentence summation of the story.
3) How book came to be written and what people think of it.
4) Literary credentials (degrees, newspaper and/or magazine articles, and if you personally know any authors published by a major publishing house!?!?!?!)
1) and 2), fairly easy although limited by her requirements. 3): I explained that my work had been very well received by the writing community of which I am proud to be a member. I added links to my previews and reviews. 4) I don’t have any literary credentials. Her reply: “Not my kind of thing, but thanks for the look.”
“Not my kind of thing.” Hey, lady, I happen to know you publish two authors who write in my preferred genre (i.e. psi-thriller, urban fantasy, etc.) “Thanks for the look.” Yeah, I bet you took a look.
From there on it was a downward spiral. Nobody supports me. My husband does not support me. My friends do not support me. My co-workers do not support me. My husband shows absolutely no interest at all in my writing. The most I get from my friends and co-workers is, “You wrote a book? Cool!” And this is not for want of plugging it to all and sundry.
I thought about the fact that if you know a successful, nationally published author, you have a foot in the door. I know some very good authors, but like me they are self-published. Which brings me to Richard Paul Evans.
In 1993 Rick wrote The Christmas Box for his daughters. He never intended to be the internationally know, best-selling author he is today. When his friends saw his story they told him he should publish it, so he had 20 copies printed and handed them out, and his friends passed them around. Pretty soon he was getting inquiries from book stores and a major publishing house was happy to take him on. He now has his own publishing house and has published 20 novels and instructional books. My absolute favorite is The Dance, of which, along with The Christmas Box, I have signed copies.
Yes, I know Richard Paul Evans – sort of. Richard – or Rick, to those of us who know him – sort of – wanted to give back to the community and built the very first Christmas Box House in Salt Lake City, and created a foundation to raise money to build and support more Christmas Box Houses. I work in the Ogden Christmas Box House. What is a Christmas Box House? It is a building that houses social service agencies, primarily Division of Child and Family Services shelters for children who have been removed from their homes due to abuse and/or neglect. Before the Christmas Box Houses came into being, these children were housed in state shelters that while they did the job weren’t exactly warm, comforting environments, and children were constantly being shuttled to other agencies that provide the special services that abused children need. The Christmas Box House shelter is very kid-friendly and all the services those kids need – apart from school, which they still have to bus to - come to them. Rick is still involved on a personal level: on Christmas Day he and his family spend most of the day in one of the shelters, interacting with the children there. The Christmas Box House also houses other agencies involved in child welfare. In the Ogden Christmas Box House we have the Foster Care Foundation and the Family Support Center of Ogden, both of which work with the children in the shelter. We pay utilities and a ridiculously low rent.
Back to getting the word out – I’ve been going about it the wrong way. Like Rick Evans I need to have copies of my book printed and hand them out to everyone. The only reason I didn’t do that before now is that I’m the modern version of the poor artist living in a garret – I don’t have money to spare. But if people won’t purchase my books then dang-nabbit they’re going to get a free copy shoved down their throats.
If you asked Richard Paul Evans if he knows author Linda Welch, he’d say, who? But if you asked him if he knows Linda who works for the Family Support Center of Ogden - you know, you tripped over her umbrella that time you were getting into her car – he would likely say yes. At least, I hope he would. So maybe next time I send a query to an agent maybe I should tell her or him I know Richard Paul Evans – sort of. In the meantime, I tell myself yet again that I write for the enjoyment of it, not for fame and fortune. And at least, when I wrote this Blog, something rose out of the ashes of my shattered ego.
And maybe I won't be renowned as an author (although I'm far from giving up on that) but perhaps, one day in the future, someone will say, "I remember when I was a kid and went to the Family Support Center - there was this nice lady named Linda Welch . . . " I can live with that.
Posted by linda_english
at 2:03 PM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, 8 April 2009 6:01 PM EDT