Today, it happened.
I received my very first rejection on my manuscript. And you know what? I’m totally cool with it.
Before I sent my first query, I was petrified of what rejection would be like. Even though it’s not about you, personally, it is totally about you because you just sent something deeply personal to a stranger for review, and they rejected it.
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t just a shade sad. Even though I 100% expected it, finally reading those words did leave a little ache.
If I’m honest, I wasn’t at all prepared for this query. I didn’t even know HOW to write a query, let alone what formatting I should use, how long my synopsis should be, or what exactly I was doing. I did it anyway.
Though I won’t be sending out any more queries until I’ve excavated myself from Revisionland, having the first one under my belt makes me feel better about the process. I’ve queried. I’ve been rejected. I lived.
Now I’m going to listen to the Gatsby soundtrack, work on making business cards, and sweating it out over whether or not I’ll get an internship I’ve applied for.
Oh, I guess I can do this now:
Queries sent: 1Rejections: 1