Monday, August 30, 2010

Another polite rejection.

I got another rejection today that left me smiling, rather than wanting to freak out and bang my head against a wall...

This particular agent cited a "family medical emergency" making in necessary to stop taking on new agents this year. Now, I am the first to say, this could be a line of B.S. However, it is still a giant leap UP from the scathing letter I got from an agent who shall remain nameless, but will forever remain on my list of people to T.P. in the future. It feels better to be blissfully clueless than to be told you are a complete no-talented loser. That doesn't feel good at all. That feels the opposite of good...which is a word that rhymes with schmit.

Here's to living in oblivion!!

Brooke Moss.