This is why I don't like to talk to people about my writing. Yesterday my husband was on the phone with his mom. The conversation I overheard went like this:
"Her writing? Oh, it's going fine. She finished her book so now she's trying to get an agent. Yeah, she's gotten a lot of rejections. She's done this a couple of times before, but... yeah... Yeah, sometimes it takes a while..."
I'm sitting there (banging my head on the table) imagining the thoughts that must be running through my mother in law's head:
My son married some artsy writer and is now completely supporting her while she does this writing thing, and she isn't even published? She's getting a bunch of rejections???
"Her writing? Oh, it's going fine. She finished her book so now she's trying to get an agent. Yeah, she's gotten a lot of rejections. She's done this a couple of times before, but... yeah... Yeah, sometimes it takes a while..."
I'm sitting there (banging my head on the table) imagining the thoughts that must be running through my mother in law's head:
My son married some artsy writer and is now completely supporting her while she does this writing thing, and she isn't even published? She's getting a bunch of rejections???