The Boy With Hundreds Of Heads? Curious title, I know. It's not conjoined twins gone wild. It's not a bad geneticist experiment gone wayward, or a story about an unfortunate soul in the rural parts of Taiwan suffering some bizarre unheard of medical condition that causes one to grow multiple heads(it's amazing the documented cases you see on Discovery or the Medical Channel these days).
Actually, the boy with a hundred heads is the first part to my latest episode in the Sisyphus Chronicles and should have been the prelude to my first post. Okay, if this is part one, why didn't I write about this first? After all, chronological integrity in narration is something the fledgling writer should not tamper with. Well, there you have it. Maybe there are legitimate reasons why I haven't attained nirvana at the impenetrable Fifth Avenue publishing Mecca. Oh boy, first compromised chronology and now I've confused Buddhism(nirvana) with Islam(Mecca). I really do need to be a more careful writer.
The boy with hundreds of heads is actually entitled Handsome Heinz And The Balloon Heads. It's a picture book I wrote several years ago, inspired by my five year old nephew who placed his cheek on a polished wooden table and ecstatically exclaimed, "Look, I have two heads." From that gem of a quote arose a tale about an arrogant young lad who finds himself growing multiple heads, hundreds to be exact. This fits into his plan to become the town's latest and greatest legend. But things go horribly wrong.
Not thinking highly of the story, I filed it away. I wrote it too fast with very little effort. It couldn't possibly be good unless I had toiled over it for months, suffering endless sleepless nights in an effort to get it just right.
My opinion changed when my wife happened upon the rough draft, read it and nearly broke a rib from too much laughter.
Encouraged by Rebecca's unpredicted response, I polished the rough draft and sent the manuscript to such lofty meccas as Clarion Books and Penguin Young Readers Group. Both received Handsome Heinz favorably with Kendra L. Levin(Penguin) loving it to the point she took it to an editor's board meeting to share with her fellow colleagues. Although she lobbied for Heinz's publication, her fellow work mates shot her down. And so my boulder, so close to the top of the hill, rolled back down.
True to Sisyphus's nature, I quickly flexed my soft biceps and prepared to push Heinz back up the hill. This time I discovered a picture book contest in ByLine magazine. To my astonishment, I placed first out of 173 contestants.
Along with a $60 dollar check, the first time I've received cash for writing instead of accolades, they wrote this blurb in the April 2006 issue of ByLine: "After several readings I chose the first place winner because it made me laugh out loud". Wow! Now, including my wife, at least two people found Handsome Heinz humorous.
I felt myself getting closer to the summit. Surely with the contest winner on my side, the big wigs on Fifth Avenue would now take notice. I pitched a few more big publishing houses with no luck. Not wanting to stay at the foot of the mountain too long, I decided getting an agent was the next step.
I had won a contest and almost attained success with Penguin For Young Readers. An agent would leap at the opportunity, right? Actually, yes. It turns out I landed a contract with Kelly Sonnack of the Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency, the most prestigious agency on the west coast, representing many lofty authors such as Amy Tan.
Man, I was really trucking now. Only a matter of time before I became the next Dr. Seuss. I could see my my picture book displayed in the front lobbies of bookstores across the nation. I saw myself on a massive book tour, signing copies for adoring young fans. Unlike Sisyphus, I was about to break the curse the literary equivalant to Zeus had placed on me.
After a year of pitching and revising, Kelly Sonnack lost steam. She said she still believed in Heinz but didn't have the energy to continue working on it. What? Was I being dumped? I felt as rejected as the awkward teen girl not being invited to the prom.
So what went wrong? Why did I find myself at the bottom of the slope once again?
After wrestling with some frustration I've concluded that Heinz is a tough sell in a market not currently geared towards 'fable' type stories, which Heinz definitely is. Heinz would be a difficult sale for any agent.
Kelly Sonnack is a good agent so I can't place any blame there. I truly enjoyed my time working with her. I noticed she sold a lot of other authors' works while I was with the agency. She even sold
Down Sand Mountain which recently won this year's Golden Kite Award. That begs the question, is there something wrong with Heinz? I don't believe so. Hopefully the market will become 'fable' friendly in the future, making Heinz more appealing to the opportunistic editors of Fifth Aveneue.
My dilemna now is that Handsome Heinz has received so many face lifts that he has winded up a caricature of himself; like Joan Rivers or Michael Jackson(may he rest in peace).
So as I contemplate putting my shoulder to the boulder once more, I ponder which path to take. Do I return to Heinz's original form, the one Kendra L. Levin at Penguins found appealing, as did the ByLine contest judges or do I pursue Heinz's new direction; the chapter book it ended up being after multiple revisions?
Help me decide. Both copies are available on my AgentQuery.com profile. If you so choose, cast a vote for your favorite version. I'd really appreciate the input.
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