The Inevitable Occurs

The first rejection email was so quick it was nearly painless, like ripping off a band-aid.

There was a part of me, small and filled with desperate optimism, that thought, yes, yes, I will be that one, the person who gets an agent on. the. first. try!

The other 99.99% of my brain picked on that 0.01% mercilessly. And with good cause, apparently.

There's one other query out there, floating in the wind.

I know that once that 0.01% stops weeping copiously in the corner it will decide, hey, you know what, getting an agent on your second query letter, that's almost as good! Maybe it's even a better story, less obnoxious!

Eventually that teeny tiny Pollyanna voice does take up drinking heavily or start an emo band or something, right? This is stressful enough without unrealistic optimism.