I have been very busy during these many weeks leading up to Labor Day; I've been laboring and laboring. When I look back over my journey of rejections these past months, here's what I see:
1) "I loved the novel....[it's] beautifully written and well-drawn"
2) "I...found myself needing to read to the end to see what happened"
3) "I've been wrong so many times on what sells--countless. And I'd bet you can count on my being wrong with [your novel]."
4) "We found your novel to be uncommonly well-written and, for the most part, an interesting read."
I heard someone talking the other day about the concept of God's Time. Not to get all woo-woo on you, or anything, especially since I don't even know about the existence God, though I hate to rule anything out. But anyway I thought it was a nice reminder that I'm not in control of the schedule, and maybe it's going to happen, but in some other time frame, as opposed to my time frame....which is always RIGHT NOW, right now, right now, right now, right now. (Very annoying, even to me.) I guess the early detractors of LROD were right....I am just a whiny baby.