Monday, January 30, 2012


It happened today. I received my first rejection letter. It was worded so politely that I almost felt compassion for the agent. She, the agent, let me know that she was overwhelmed right now with her existing case load, which may be or may not be true, but which is a really nice way of saying not interested. (I'm sure that me being a new author poses a heavier weight for her than bringing on an established author.)

Funny thing is that I thought I would be devistated, but I'm not. I didn't even flinch. I'm not sure that I feel anything. Maybe it's because I'm tired, but I suspect it's because I've read so much about other, many well-known, authors who had to go through this rite of passage. All I thought was okay, next...

So, needless to say, I'll go to the next agent, and the next, and after six months or so, if I can't find someone is willing to represent me, I'll go the e-publishing route. 

With that said, I've just taken another step in the process.  And I survived.


  1. Hope you will save that letter and pick out a nice frame for it so you can hang it on the wall later as a souvenir of how things started out for you.

  2. I agree with Ken on that... you took a step that a million people only dream about... finishing a novel to the point of submitting to an agent! wow...