This is the hardest part of the novel-writing process — at least so far. I’ve sent out query letters to quite a few agents, seeking representation for the novel. Rejection after rejection has flown into my e-mail inbox. Most of them are form rejections. They run the gamut from nice (Laney Becker, Janet Reid) to rude (No names, but enough to tick me off), but the one that really put me over the top was an e-mail rejection from an intern at a literary agency.
It shows me how low on the totem pole unsolicited queries really are, and it’s just … discouraging. It’s discouraging enough to make me think about just not writing anymore. Just chucking it. I’ve got two finished novels — the first one is okay, but this one … this one. This one is good. I know it’s good.
I’ve always written for publication. As a newspaper reporter and editor, I wrote on a daily basis. The short stories I’ve had published? Very little rejection. My work has been read by thousands of people. I’m used to my writing being good. I’m used to people telling me my writing is good. And now I can’t even catch anyone’s attention. Maybe it’s ego — I certainly have no shortage of that — but I’d like to think it’s something more. I’m … I’m offended. I’m hurt. And I’m angry.
I’m not going to stop sending out queries. There are more agents out there. So I’ll keep looking. But so far I see why people have such a low view of agents in general. This whole process angers me so much.