I got another one today. I honestly don’t feel one way or the other about it. I guess that’s a good sign. I’m getting used to it. They’re certainly plenty more rejections in my future.
I rewrote my query letter and synopsis. I think the first incarnations were flawed. In about a week or two, I’ll clearly see the flaws in the new ones too, but not before I send them out to another fifteen agents. I only get one shot per agent per book and it won’t be long before I’m low on ammunition and people to shoot it at.
I still believe in my book. I think it’s good, but I can never be so arrogant as to know it’s good. The most terrible part of writing is the inner turmoil of self-doubt. I fear it’s impossible to gauge the quality of my own work.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Truer words have never been spoken.