Rejected! Yay!Posted: July 1, 2009
Yesterday I received my second rejection for my book, a humorous non-fiction story of getting married at an older age. The agent called me personally from New York to tell me that he didn’t want to represent me. Which, hey – the agent called me personally! How special am I!!! (And don’t be thinking he’s some schlump with a cell phone working out of Starbucks. He’s a real, legitimate agent with authors who have actual books on Amazon and everything.)
I’m not exactly sure why he called me personally to give me such disappointing news. He did say he really liked my idea and thought it was very well written, if totally lacking in any importance or profundity or anything at all that would ever make anyone ever want to read it. But other than that, he liked it! I’m pretty sure he realized it’s supposed to be funny, although I think I heard the word “fluffy” being uttered. However, my mind might have momentarily strayed to my hair which is reacting badly to the humidity at present, so I can’t really be sure.
Anyway, I’m over it now. Sure, I was slightly taken aback and called my friend Belette and sobbed on the phone for twenty minutes, but honest, I just had something in my eye. She reminded me that he was merely one person with one opinion, and told me I was pretty and that brownies help. (She was so right.) (About the brownies.)
So, today I feel good. I have decided that you have to be in it to win it, and nothing ventured nothing gained. Also, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. In addition, winners never quit and quitters never win. (HA! And the agent told me my writing is not profound?)
I am preparing to send the proposal out again, to another agent. And then another. And, most likely, many more after that. Because this agent wasn’t right or wrong – he just passed. It wasn’t for him. Nothing to be done, nothing to see here, move along please. I like what I’ve written, and until every single agent tells me no, I want to keep believing that I have something to say and that people will be entertained by it. And maybe even a little bit moved by it. If every agent says no, I’ll go back to the beginning and start again. Because, really, what else do I have to do with my time? It’s just me, the computer, and a box of brownies.