Yesterday had been a horrible day at work, the grocery store was a mad house, I forgot some of my stuff at work and had to go back to get it, and my son wanted me to put together a small toy that I couldn't figure out--even with the blasted instructions!! I figured I would send my daughter to go check the mail for me and when she comes back, she says, "A letter for Ms. Robinson!" and hands me the dreaded white envelope with my own handwriting on it. *whimpers*
The blessing comes, I suppose, that the rejection was detailed. The agent would have to have read my partial in order to make the references she did and she did point out that one of my scenes were entertaining. However, going by my synopsis, she didn't think the story was believable (Ouch) and that my writing wasn't quite strong enough for her to sell. (double ouch) I do appreciate her taking the time to write me though... even if I do need a cookie.
The blessing comes, I suppose, that the rejection was detailed. The agent would have to have read my partial in order to make the references she did and she did point out that one of my scenes were entertaining. However, going by my synopsis, she didn't think the story was believable (Ouch) and that my writing wasn't quite strong enough for her to sell. (double ouch) I do appreciate her taking the time to write me though... even if I do need a cookie.
