I've had a few more rejections from New Zealand publishers who had a look at my novel The Olive Tree Manifesto. Don't worry, I have developed a thick skin when it comes to this process now and, strangely, I don't seem to be at all disappointed. Is this serenity a good thing? I must be good in my skin at the moment. Also, there are still some forks in the fire.
The latest rejections didn't contain any negative comments about the story or the writing; it seems to be the same old issue about "the market" and "genre".
The wonderful small publisher Victoria University Press said: "I think to succeed it would need to be appropriately packaged by a publisher with an interest in popular fiction, such as Random House or HarperCollins.
The big publisher Random House NZ said: "Your novel was certainly better than many we receive but unfortunately we felt the market for this genre would be too small."
So, I just have to hope I stumble across someone who feels differently about the possible market for this book. I skimmed through the manuscript again today (after not looking at it for a few months) and, without wanting to sound inflated, I really do believe in it. I hope one day you will get the chance to read it.
Meanwhile, my Dublin novel is seeping through me, becoming the engine for some pretty strange dreams. I feel a burst of progress coming on.
I'd also like to play my part in the search for Madeleine McCann.