I “finally” received a response from the literary agent who requested my full in early July. It was a no, but not even just a no, but the dreaded form rejection. I won’t lie and say that wasn’t completely disheartening—or rather like a punch to the gut by John Cena, and John Cena loves everyone. You’d never expect that from him.
A part of me wanted to wallow in my down feather comforter, in the peace of my dorm room, playing “On my Own,” from Les Miserables on REPEAT. Nah, a HUGE part of me wanted to do that.
Mind you, this isn’t my first rejection. I think I’ve had about forty or less so far, which as I’ve read is not much. But when you read that Stephanie Meyer, yes the author of the Twilight series, was rejected a “whopping,” wait for it, FIFTEEN TIMES. Wow…so much. Are you freakin’ kidding me??? That’s nothing. That hurts my head.
I’ve read on Writer’s Digest that you shouldn’t give up querying until you’ve queried at least 80 agents. Maybe? I don’t know. What are your thoughts? When should you quit querying? When should you decide to shelve your work? When should you decide to write something new? And when should you decide to do more edits? *SCREAMS*