I mean, if someone who has an awesome agent and a book deal already in the makings can still get rejected, what chance do I have?
I overlooked my query letter and it no longer seems witty or seem to have that X factor. It just seems gimmicky and stupid.
The paradox of being a writer is this kind of thinking:
I am brilliant.
I am crap.
My writing is amazing.
My writing is worthless.
I will sell a book and be an author!
No one wants to read this junk.
Yes, it goes around and around in my head. Over and over and over.
Checking my email is no fun anymore because I’m cringing, waiting for another rejection to be sitting in my inbox. The first one was nothing. The second one upset me for a few hours. The next one–I don’t know how I’ll handle it.
Now I am in the self-doubting phase. And I want to write. Unfortunately, I don’t think I will have time today, not without sacrificing sleep and my job and other things that need to kind of take priority right now.
Lord, help me.