
All right, all you anonymice, here's one more rejection from me. I've got the novel out with one more agent and also an editor at a small publishing house (most likely a no-go). So, I think I am drawing to the close of this particular push toward my dream. I feel a little sheepish about
this statement. And I hate to be contrary to the philosophy of "
The Secret," but I'm
forced to be a realist. I'm going to give it a rest for awhile after the final rejections come in, and start on something new. Or not. Whatever. I'm a wee depressed at the moment, so nothing feels very interesting. Maybe, a nap.
Anyway, here's the latest:
Dear Writer, Rejected
I would have loved to have loved this novel.
But I just didn't fall for the voice as much as I need to in these parlous fiction times. I hope one of the other readers is eager to represent the book. I've been wrong so many times on what might sell--countless. And I'd bet you can count on my being wrong on this one.
I do wish you great good success with the book.
Best, Agenty McAgent
p.s. Parlous--really? Didn't that word go out with Henry VIII?