Rejections

Another one today. I comfort myself that at least the novel is being read in its entirety rather than just the first three chapters. I felt quite resolute yesterday when I received the email saying No. But today I woke up feeling really down. You know - sluggish, irritable, insecure - all of that. It had evidently been brewing in my sleep. Then I thought about this agency and realised that a) I rang them twice and they never returned my calls; b) I emailed them several times and they didn't respond to my emails; c) the ms was lost in the post and d) they are a very long way from Cornwall. Do I really want an agent that treats me like that? Of course not. An agent should believe in me and my work, be behind me all the way. So I sent the first three chapters off to the next agent on my list before I could draw breath.

Today I will nurse my bruises and look out at the sun. I will decide who next to send it to, and keep my spirits up. But no one likes being kicked in the teeth (that's what it feels like) least of all me.

The good thing about writing journalism as well is that I went to the Farmers Market after walking the dog first thing and one of the stallholders saw me and said, "LOVELY article on David!" (This was one of the other stallholders I've just written a piece on.) THAT made me feel good!