And Yet, the Sun Will Still Come Up Tomorrow

[cathschaffstump]

There were two agents who had Substance. And now, there is only one. I received a rejection from the agent who was kind enough to send me the edit letter from before. The directions I took the rewrites in didn't work for him, and that's all she wrote. Another really big soap bubble, full of shiny colors, pops. Glycerin everywhere!

Yes, that did smart. Thanks for asking. It smarted from about 4 o'clock until 7 o'clock. It still makes me feel sad.

But

My "family" is sending me acceptances for my "family reunion." My real life is a positive thing, even if my biological family is full of fail.

The agent from above has expressed interest in the next project. I hope he's willing to wait a bit, but it was good to be asked.

While it stings, I haven't lost any ground. I'm still exactly where I was this morning, yesterday, all that.

Another agent still has a full. Tor has 75 pages. It's not over yet. I'm not holding my breath, but it's not over yet.

Even if it is over, it's the first book I've sent around. Not getting the first one published is a common thing. Even the second, third, fourth...and the responses I get show promise.

Many people have said good things about it, even if it's not going to the next step.

Some of my work has been published, even though there's been a lot of no. Even though there will be a lot more no, there will also be more acceptances.

It's not enough to be a good writer. So true. Finding that synergy with two and ultimately three people is hard. So true. Anything hard is worth doing.

If I give up, nothing's going to happen. And I was going to write stories and novels anyway. No gets old, but I'm tougher than no.

I'm not ready to walk away yet. Could I be any more Pollyanna?

Would it undercut this post to say I need a drink?

Catherine

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.