It's not much, but I sent out three more queries today.
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| Kind of how I expect to feel after the inevitable rejection. |
A long time ago I made the mistake of researching the agents that I query. I mean, you want to do a little research so you aren't sending your Time Traveling, Post-Apocolyptic, Young Adult Romance manuscript to James Patterson's agent, but beyond that, it's best not to know who you're dealing with. Because you just might discover that they're a huge geek who cosplays and graduated from your alma mater and loves David Bowie just as much as you do. And rejection from them is the hardest of all.
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| "Did we just become best fr--" "LEAVE ME ALONE" |
So, there's that. I told myself that I was never going to quit, but gosh darn if it isn't tempting. I'm so in hate with myself right now that I can't even bring myself to re-read my manuscript, which I haven't done in a few months. I fear it's going to be just as bad as I think it is and I'm going to want to collapse under the weight of my own shame for even entertaining the idea that I had enough talent to write a book. But giving up isn't a great option for me, because it would mean that I'm admitting the last year of my life was all for naught and I'd be back to square one.
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