I don’t know if I should even share this stuff. I often find myself saying things out loud which, perhaps, savvier, smoother people would have kept tightly wrapped. I once had a friend who was extremely successful even in middle school when she hadn’t done much yet (you know the type) who would have been appalled to the bone by the way I talk about rejection publicly. She believed you are what you project and, looking at her now, I have to wonder if it’s true. I’m remembering my grandmother’s knuckle on my spine, tapping me straight and proud, or else.
But still, I persist. Here is the latest:
Many thanks for your letter of inquiry. I’m sorry to say that your book just doesn’t sound right for me. As I am sure you understand I have a fairly large number of submissions coming in each week so I cannot look at all of them. Perhaps another agent will have more enthusiasm for your idea. Do keep up the hard work of submitting, as you never know where you’ll make the connection that makes your book happen.
Best of luck,
Assistant to **
Did they read my letter or not? Hard to say. He said the “book” (does he know what kind?) doesn’t sound right for him, but he didn’t have time to read everything sent to him. A curious mix of excuse, dismissal, and amelioration here.
But still, at 85 words, this rejection letter is the longest I’ve received so far. I could cry or I could celebrate.
Which would you choose?
Do you hide your failure or do you wear it like a funny hat?
Do confessions make you uncomfortable?