It was a form email—a copy & paste jobby. But that's okay.
I received the rejection only a handful of days after submitting. But that's okay.
A lot of authors give a lot of advice about rejection. Most claim that a rejection is a badge of honour for aspiring writers, proof that they've gone through the submission gauntlet and come out the other side, a feat that many writers never reach, because they never finish their work and never submit in the first place.
Most also claim that rejection is inevitable, that taking a few bullets for your novel before finding success is standard fare, and that it's nothing to be ashamed of.
And they're right. And it's okay. But it still kinda stings.
The rejection email in question landed in my inbox barely a few hours after I'd scheduled my previous blog post. I didn't have the heart to change it. But it's okay. I'm okay.
The number of agents who have yet to respond is just under double digits, and I have another batch of submissions ready to go. It's tempting to rattle them all off as fast as possible, but as with any kind of writing, all these cover letters need time to breathe. I need time to breathe.
But it's okay. And I'm okay.