Just a quickie here...I am dog tired. Got another rejection today, but this one was very nice. From Logan Garrison of the Gernert Company. I had high hopes for this one, really loved what I had heard and read about him. But as I said, the rejection was nice. I quote now:
"Though what you've written promises to be a thoughtful and compelling book, I'm afraid we were unable to find a place for it at this agency."
Conjures up a lovely visual of grief-stricken agents racing around their offices, rending their garments and gnashing their teeth, crying out loudly, "There must be a place for this brilliant new talent! What do you mean we have no room? Oh, the injustice of it all!"
Perhaps this is a slightly skewed version of the reality, but let me have what little solace I can, thank you. I find it pitiful enough that I am now clinging to and finding hopeful tones in my rejections. Let me have that, at least. Tell me you haven't done it yourself. Ah. I thought so. Nay-sayer no more, my friend. Tsk, tsk. Let he who is with agent cast the first stone. But if you did, likely you wouldn't be reading this blog. *sigh* Have a good night. I clearly need the rest.