Yesterday was a rough day. It started out pretty well. I got some editing done, I wrote a new chapter for a new project, and I read a fantastic book (Lillian and the Leaping Man by Ciar Cullen –check it out).
But then things went downhill. Down, down, down.
It began with a rejection to a query that I sent out earlier in the morning. The agent’s guidelines asked for a query letter, a synopsis, and 3 chapters. Exactly how they had the time to read all of that in such a short period, I don’t know, but I got a rejection that same day.
I wasn’t bothered – yet.
Then my Ipod broke. Dead. Died. Gone to the grave. So I couldn’t listen to my favorite play list as I edited. Okay, I can deal with that.
And then my central air cut out. I live in SC, so you can imagine my panic as the temperature in the house slowly but surely climbed to 80+ degrees. And of course no contractor was available to come out and look at it. OF COURSE NOT!
So that was that.
And then… at 8:18 pm, as I was sweating my figurative balls off, my phone beeped. Email!
I looked at the subject and it said Query: The Darkness of Light, from one of the few agents on my wish list.
Instantly I felt sick. It was obvious that the universe was against me that day. I groaned to my husband, and sunk down on the couch before even opening the email – but I knew.
I made a drink, sat back down, and clicked on the email which said… “Thank you for your query. Unfortunately”….
Oh, the horror! Okay, okay. I am being totally melodramatic; I know that, but still… That one hurt more than I expected.
I will confess that I did throw myself a little pity-party for the remainder of the night. I said I wouldn’t do that, but I did.
Now that I’ve gotten the first hurtful rejection over with, I will brush off my sleeves, raise my chin, and keep pushing forward.
I still have a few more agent wish list queries to go before I swallow the bottle of turpentine (kidding!).