Today I received my first rejection from an agent. I don't mean a form 'we're not interested because you suck' letter. I mean a real letter...full of very nice compliments telling me I am a good writer...and it was because of her, not me, that the relationship could not continue.
I wrote back and called her a soul crusher.
All in good fun, of course, and it was very clear that I was joking.
Though I was not joking when I first received the rejection and shared it with my family. I said I was fine. No really, I'm fine.
But my husband rubbed my shoulders and snuggled up while my kids tiptoed around, preparing to do battle with that agent person, only to be surprised by how nice she looked in her picture on the website.
My Dad would call it a Good Kick in the A$$, which was something he firmly believed in when we were out of line as kids.
And though I would not have agreed with him while I stared morosely at the computer for two hours losing at Spider Solitaire, today I would say he was right. Because I spent the day searching for agents that would be a good fit for me...knowing that I'm probably going to get many more Good Kicks in the A$$...but also still believing in the stories and plays that I write.
Which is good, I suppose, since right now I'm the only one reading them.