Rejection is nothing more than a necessary step in the pursuit of success.

I keep telling myself that, but it’s not very humbling.

I received another rejection letter this week in my in-box.  In a way, I’m glad it came because I can breathe a sigh of relief.  This particular agent asked for my full manuscript back in early January, so I’ve been waiting on pins and needles for two months for their response.  Here’s what they said…

I’m not the right agent for your project.  I didn’t connect with the story, but that isn’t to say that another agent won’t fall in love with your manuscript. Many agents, myself included, represent authors whose work they feel passionately about–it’s very subjective.

Don’t be deterred and keep on submitting until you find the right agent.

Thanks again for giving me the opportunity to review your work and best of luck.

I’m happy to have at least gotten a somewhat personal letter, instead of the (quote) “This is not for me! ~Liza”  (end quote) I got a few years ago.

After I read this, I immediately went to dictionary.com and looked up subjective because for some reason, that word stuck out at me….

Existing in the mind; belonging to the thinking subject rather than to the object of thought.

If that were true, wouldn’t agents just represent their own work?  And then I laugh and think…Wow!  Some agent actually represented A Night Without Armor.  How sad!  It’s nice to know at least one person was passionate about it; I don’t even think Jewel really cared much for it in the end.

So, it is disheartening.  No one likes rejection of any kind.  But I’ve always said that writing is 99% rejection.  I think I read that on a bathroom wall somewhere.

In the back of my head, I mostly expected this one to come back as a rejection.  But I admit there was a small tiny light of hope, a flicker, that this one might just say Yes. I know my audience for this book and I admit it’ll be small.  But that’s okay.  It’s a story I wanted, I needed, to tell. It lacks a climax, or at least the climax it has is very small and very quick (No sex jokes, please!).  You could say I wrote this book for me.

So, I’m torn.  Do I keep submitting?  Or do I move forward with publishing it myself?  A part of me still wants to keep this one to myself for a while, like a bottle of fine wine in the cellar or like a passionate affair with a secret lover.

It’s subjective.

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