I got two rejection slips from agents today, for a grand total of three.
Ya know, I was feeling mildly bummed1 until I counted… Three ain’t bad. I’ve promised myself not to get worried until the count reaches thirty and at two queries a week, that’s months away.
One was a form rejection.
The other was this very kind personal letter, saying (s)he enjoyed reading the pages I submitted, but it didn’t catch the imagination.
Does that mean my missing is getting closer? It’s the first personal response I’ve gotten.
Part of me is thinking, “Aww, that’s really sweet and all, but you don’t have to reassure me. At this stage in the game, even ‘you SUCK’ is unlikely to keep me from writing.” You know, trying to be kind to the delicate ego of the budding author.
Part of me is wondering if (s)he was serious.
Still, it was personal, and I’m heartened a lot by that no matter what.
1As in, “Oh… well fudge. Anyway, gotta lick this envelope and get my ass to the post orifice sos I can send me out my next batch o’queries.”