Yesterday I woke up with that feeling that something good, really good, was going to happen.
Instead, I got two rejections.
It's laid me a bit low. It's not that I haven't been getting rejections all along; I can be a bit superstitious at times, and I felt as if the universe bitch-slapped me.
I'm stewing in the very common writer's self-castigation: My writing isn't interesting enough, my writing isn't good enough, I'm not good enough.
Still, I turned my pitch for Prodigies to Pitch Wars, which is a competition to find established authors who will work with you to improve your pitch materials so that they entice agents.
I keep trying, because I will never get published if I don't try.
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