In the mailbox yesterday was one of my SASEs, which is usually a bad thing. And it was. I keep telling myself that the agent rejection was a rejection of my query letter and synopsis and not my actual novel, since it never went that far. I’m allowing myself 24 hours to wallow, and I can’t even manage that because I’m already plotting my next move — finding out when I can go to one of Donald Maass’ Writing the Breakout Novel Workshops. I haven’t submitted a query to him yet, but I plan to, and want my synopsis to kick a$$ first. And it obviously doesn’t yet.
If you’re a fellow despondent writer, remember to follow Dara Girard’s advice to use rejection letters for origami practice. Then go cheer up Philip, he’s having a bad day too.