I received another rejection today. This time a form letter, albeit a very nice encouraging form letter, and my response was:
Oh. Thank. God.
I kid you not. I said that out loud.
See, I knew this agent wasn't right for me but I sent a query anyway in my frustration and impatience while trying to FIND one.
Because while my many wrinkles and emerging grey hairs might make you think I am almost 40, I'm really still 10, waiting for Mom to hand me 50 cents in allowance so I can blow it on candy at the ShopEZ.
I wanted to write back to the agent to admit that I recognize just how bad a fit we would be and to thank her, because I really am smarter in my relationships than that choice of query reflects. But, for oh so many reasons, I didn't.
Let's just say I pocketed 50 cents.
Because I'll probably need it for some hair dye shortly.