I got my first rejection from an agent.
I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, so it’s nice to get it out of the way. Eventually I’ll have a stack of them (or, more likely, an email inbox full of them).
There was, of course, the knee-jerk “but wait, I know this book is good, you just have to read it” thought. And then I told myself, “This wasn’t the right place. The right place is out there. The right person to fall in love with my book too, to champion for me, and for Elise and Paige and Julianne, and someday, possibly for Alex and Laina and all those other women I write.
So. Onward. Outward. To that right place.
