I really, really find rejecting submissions something that is
very, difficult. As an author I know how hard it is to take each rejection
professionally rather than personally, and how hard it can be to grow the thick
skin required to paper your walls with rejection slips.
I’ve rejected submissions for all kinds of reasons, from
bad writing to bad plotting, stylistic issues to poor presentation. I’ve
rejected manuscripts on purely commercial grounds, they don’t fit with our
portfolio, or are too far “out there” to be a commercial success for us. I’ve
even turned down books because of their highly questionable content, and no, I’m
not going to elaborate on that one little bit, I’ll let you use your
imaginations as to why I spend the next few minutes after reading them thinking
about worshipping at the large throated white god in the bathroom. That’s just talking
about fiction, we’ve pretty much pulled out of the non-fiction market having
been bombarded with diet and self-help for self-harmers books where the author
had no qualifications to write the book in the first place.
Today’s rejection though takes the biscuit, one I never
thought I’d have to issue. It took me about three minutes to read the e-mail
with a growing sense of disbelief, and about two more minutes to confirm my
memory.
The reason for this rejection?
A serious Submission 101 breach.
It had already been rejected by us before! Fifteen months
ago!
We hadn’t suggested a rewrite and resubmit, it had been a
flat rejection, go find yourself someone else. I’ve come across authors who stubbornly
send one book after another to a publisher, to be rejected time and time again until
the publisher loses patience and says go forth and multiply, but honestly, to
send the same book in again?
I have to be careful, this blog is turning into a crusading
tirade against human stupidity.
I'm beginning to wonder if I’m the one who needs help.