Milestone alert: I got my first rejection from a literary agent. It was kindly worded, but still a hard pass. I'm not getting down about it though, it's actually kind of exciting because it symbolizes that my journey to publication has officially begun. This is part of it. Ask me again how I'm feeling after 10 or 20 more no-thank-yous, but right now it's galvanizing. Makes me feel like a real writer. I'm still confident that someone out there will "connect with the writing on a heart and gut level," but if not with this labor of love, then maybe the one I'm working on right now. I'm not ready to give up on the manuscript that I'm pitching though, I'm way too invested in the characters and story. Onward, onward, onward.
I feel like time is moving faster than ever, the weeks blurring right by, and it's disorienting. I'm once again trying to walk the line of staying informed while reducing my news and social media intake as much as possible because I've gotten to a bitter and despairing place and I don't really like anyone and so that's sign to ease off and tend my own metaphorical garden. Oh, and a spring and summer of live music beckons - let's try not to COVID this up everyone!
That's all I've got for now.