I was rejected because…

I was rejected because I’m not Jodi Picoult.

I was rejected because I sound special but I’m not quite right for the list.

I was rejected because it wasn’t me, it was them, and I wasn’t for them.

I was rejected because I’m not commercial enough.

I was rejected because I’m not literary enough.

I was rejected because I’m not quite enough.

pNiUQHeq.jpg_large

I was rejected because I’m not Markus Zusak.

I was rejected because I can’t use language.

I was rejected because I shouldn’t have written a book.

I was rejected because I’m interesting and they are sure I will be snapped up, just not by them.

I was rejected because they were glad to see it but didn’t want it.

I was rejected because they don’t quite know where I belong.

I was rejected because it was Tuesday.

I was rejected because SpongeBob is the antichrist and shouldn’t be mentioned in any story.

1VbxvwoP.jpg_large

I was rejected because they were not looking for my kind of fiction at present.

I was rejected because I’m not Emma Chapman.

I was rejected because I don’t fit into a genre.

I was rejected because I don’t fit into one thing or another.

I was rejected because I don’t fit into a size twelve. (This might be a lie. I don’t, but no one said it.)

I was rejected because I’m not Marian Keyes.

I was rejected because someone whose name I can’t recall was imprisoned for buggery.

I was rejected because I have too many narrators.

S2d9vpit.jpg_large

I was rejected because I have too many voices.

I was rejected because I have too many similes. (I agree. I’m working on it.)

I was rejected because no one is interested in the war anymore.

I was rejected because no one is interested in time-slip women’s fiction anymore.

I was rejected because no one is interested anymore.

I was accepted because an amazing woman called Karen Sullivan loved my books regardless of all these flaws. (Even the similes.)

Published by Louise Beech

I remember sitting in her father's cross-legged lap while he tried to show me his guitar's chords. He's a musician. My small fingers stumbled and gave up. I was three. His music sheets fascinated me - such strange language that translated into music. My mother teaches languages, French and English, so her fluency with words fired my interest. I knew from being small that I wanted to write, to create, to make magic. I love all forms of writing. My short stories have won the Glass Woman Prize, the Eric Hoffer Award for Prose, and the Aesthetica Creative Works competition, as well as shortlisting twice for the Bridport Prize and being published in a variety of UK magazines. My first play, Afloat, was performed at Hull Truck Theatre in 2012. I also wrote a ten-year newspaper column for the Hull Daily Mail about being a parent, garnering love/hate criticism. My debut novel, How to be Brave, was a Guardian Readers' pick for 2015. I'm inspired by life, history, survival and love, and always have a story in my head. My novel, How to be Brave, came from truth - when my daughter got Type 1 Diabetes I helped her cope by sharing my grandad's real life sea survival story. My second novel, The Mountain in my Shoe, will be released in September 2016 and was inspired by my time working with children in the care system.

17 thoughts on “I was rejected because…

  1. Thank God Karen recognised amazing when she saw it😍! Gave Brave to a friend for Christmas and she said she had goosebumps reading it. How could anyone reject Grandad Colin?!! I’m set to read that story all over again this month ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Shamefully after enjoying How to be Brave and The Mountain in my Shoe sooo much, I’ve only just started reading Maria in the Moon and know I’m going to love it. So much so that I’ve postponed reading it for a few days until tomorrow when I go away for a chill out weekend in North Yorkshire. I want to savour it like a plump, perfectly picked similie (alliteration is my thing can you tell?)

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: