So the rejections rolled in this week. They were nice, they've all been nice from the beginning. Usually it's something like this: "We like what James has done here, but it just isn't quite right for us. Best of luck."
What do I do when I get REJECTED? Do I pout? Do I mope? Do I wag my head and say I'm worthless?
Well . . . maybe a little.
But then! Then I raise my fists in defiance and scream, "Never give up! Never surrender! Write to the death!"
And someday, someday when that oh so smart and good looking editor offers me a contract, I will scream, "FREEDOM!" Until I see the editorial notes on my manuscript.