On Thursday night I received my first rejection for my book. All in all, I'm quite pleased that the agent commented that she was 'impressed by the quality of the writing, and gives me hope that it will sell eventually.
The thing is, the rejection stung for all of thirty seconds, and then I was completely over it. Had this been 10 years ago, I would have railed against the publisher, ranted against the whole damn industry. In genral had a 'don't-you-recognise-my-genius' hissy-fit. Instead, I sat down with the MSS, and began think where do I want to go next with this?
Which seems strange. I received a job rejection in February and it took me months to get over. It feels strange to be so calm over rejection. This is my second book I've subbed to agents, so is this a sign of maturity.
The thing is, the rejection stung for all of thirty seconds, and then I was completely over it. Had this been 10 years ago, I would have railed against the publisher, ranted against the whole damn industry. In genral had a 'don't-you-recognise-my-genius' hissy-fit. Instead, I sat down with the MSS, and began think where do I want to go next with this?
Which seems strange. I received a job rejection in February and it took me months to get over. It feels strange to be so calm over rejection. This is my second book I've subbed to agents, so is this a sign of maturity.