I know the writers whose books I buy had a ton of rejections before anyone offered them agent representation or a publishing contract.
I know this. It still sucks.
Today I got another one, from an agent I had allowed myself a glimmer of hope for. Ah well.
Man, it stings. I can’t help but look at myself and say “Dude, you went to VP. And for two years since then it’s all rejections. You suck.” But I know that guy. He’s the same stupid bastard who’s been shit-talking me since I was a kid.
He’s an asshole. And he’s also an idiot. Because I still have options.
It’s time to look over this query, polish the pages and synopsis, and keep going.
I don’t have nearly enough rejections to quit now.