by Gina Sestak
What did the Thanksgiving turkey say as it was being put into the oven?
Well, you can guess. That's kind of how I feel right now, having received a (polite, encouraging, etc.) rejection from an agent who had my manuscript Four Weekends for the past few months. OK, it's not all bad - he didn't hate it and his comments indicate he actually read it.
The same manuscript was previously rejected by an agent because, "I don't represent cozies." Let's see. In the first 5 chapters I submitted, my protagonist gets drunk and participates in explicit sex, armed robbery, torture, beating, and a kidnapping. That agent either didn't read it or she doesn't know what a cozy is.
Forgive the rant. It's just frustrating!
I have a room full of unsold writing and I'm running out of space. Yes, I know about electronic copies, but as technology changes those lose accessibility. If I didn't have paper copies of things I wrote on my old Tandy TRS-80, they'd be gone forever.
Anyway, here's a poem I wrote about my writing/unsold manuscript storage space a few years back:
I write within a dim and timeless space
Not by my whim, nor genius' grace.
The light blew out, poor victim of a surge.
As for clock batteries, I haven't had the urge
To know how much time slips away
In keyboard touch, day after day.
The floor is oak. The walls are green.
File cabinet: broke. Dust bunnies: seen.
An oriental rug lies bold beneath tottering reams
Of manuscripts unsold, my wasted dreams.
Yeah, I know. I'm wallowing. I should get back on the horse and start sending everything around again, maybe even revise Four Weekends to address the agent's concerns and ask if he'd be interested in seeing it again. Or maybe I should just sit in a corner and cuss for awhile.
How do you deal with rejection?