Today I got yet another agent rejection. It's simply another verse of the same ol' song I've been hearing for months:
"I do admire the quality of the writing and the execution and I’m sorry it wasn’t a fit for me."
So I cried for awhile because I am tired of this and because I truly cannot comprehend continuing to set myself up for more of this sort of thing when the message is extremely clear.
Then I looked at photos of kittens with stuffed animals.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
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