I received two more polite rejections today. These were the generic type, both beginning with “Dear Author” and ending with some friendly good luck in the future comment.
While I have no idea why either agency rejected me, somehow it hurts less today. Somehow I feel less brushed aside, but more like this is just part of the rollercoaster of being an author (published or otherwise).
This was the ride I chose, the ride I always wanted – so I’m going to hold on tight, yell a little if I need to, and jump for joy when someone finally says Yes. Like one of my rejection letters said, “It just takes one ‘Yes!’”