Yesterday, I began to earn my spurs. I recieved my first rejection message. I know there was some part of me that would love to score on my first shot, but I also know that’s exceedingly rare.
The agent that sent it has a stable of names that they had represented. All of them are fabulous authors, and a few of them are my favorites. I honestly wasn’t expecting to stick the landing, but I was very impressed with the prompt and polite response.
So, I move forward, respectfully undaunted and earnestly hopeful. Not every chance lands, but I consider it a great experience. It’s more tolerable to try, and fail, than it is to live with an itchy “what if?”