I don’t want to ruffle any professional feathers, but the Professionals don’t always get it. I don’t know if they stay locked in their stuffy offices too long or if they are mesmerized by their own bios, but something, somewhere occasionally gets disconnected.
The book series Chicken Soup For the Soul? It was rejected 144 times. Professional publishers, one hundred and forty-four times, said they had no time for that chicken soup stuff.
Twelve publishers and sixteen agents rejected John Grisham’s A Time To Kill.
Seventeen publishers turned down The Princess Diaries.
Thirty-eight said no to Gone With the Wind.
What were they thinking? Or were they?