On the wrong side of the bed? Is that what you say when you wake up with one of those not so good moods. I really don't have a wrong side on my bed- well if I did I gather it's on the right side because that is where I found myself this morning. On the wrong side of the bed. Feeling like the world is on my shoulders- god knows I hate mornings like these so I usually try to get myself out of this funk by getting onto my step machine and giving it a good thirty minutes.
So I managed to conquer half my troubles, feeling better some what but I have this love hate relationship with the post man. On the one hand I want him to come so that I can know the fate of the two scripts I sent out about four weeks ago and another one which I sent out two months ago, but on the other hand if he delivers bad news like more bills which I notice are gathering onto the fridge -I just can't deal with right now- I don't want him shoving the post through my door.
Today he's early, I heard the letters drop through the letter box from my bedroom. My stomach does it's usual churns of anxiety. I take deep breaths and I can hear my daughter Naomi racing up the steps to deliver my post. She's got them behind her back, I need to guess how many letters I've got to day.
"Three!" I try to smile to keep the atmosphere light even though I can feel my heart racing. She shakes her head and smiles cunningly as she produces five letters. My heart sinks, I recognise the big white A4 envelop, it has my handwriting on it. A REJECTION! I don't care about the other letters now, they'll probably land on the kitchen top - which I'll have to get to sooner than later- but right now I open the envelope and read. The agent is very brief - not really what he's looking for, I shouldn't give up hope, there are as many opinions as there are agents to read your work and a web address with a listing of other agents.
Rejection is always painful no matter how it's presented. I did fling the letter away for a bit and let my emotions take over for a while. I sat on my bed and marinated in self pity. Then it occurred to me that maybe he was right. He may not have been the right agent for me.
I love this quote by Thomas Alva Edison
"I have not failed. I have just found 10,000 ways that won't work."
That said it all for me. If I let this one rejection stop me from pursuing my dreams then I will be accepting defeat so easily. So I'm parcelling up the script again tonight and in a day or two it will be landing on another agents desk.
1 comment:
The quote says it all. It's just one lousy agent's opinion. He's entitled to it but you don't have to accept it as your reality. This is just a beginning of your greatness. Persevere.
Mandy
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