After sending my manuscript to two agents (there will be many more to come) I’ve received my first rejection letter. I had a feeling before opening the email that the contents would not be favorable. However, upon reading the very polite “No thank you, negative, it’s not for me,” I felt no heart-sinking disappointment, no exhale of frustration. Instead of crawling into a corner of denial and bent pride I found myself standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring at my phone with a big idiotic grin on my face. Someone read my manuscript! A professional, real life agent read it! And they didn’t even say they hated it! Or that it’ll never sell! They read it and they said that, due to a stylistic preference, it’s not for them. Even better, they encouraged me to continue querying other agents. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not sure if each rejection will incite the same ridiculous giddiness. Being turned down is bound to get old. But for now I feel more motivated than ever to keep working towards publication. I’ll be sending out two more queries some time this week once I finish writing a synopsis of my book. Expect a post on synopsis writing as it’s far more difficult than I expected. Until then, keep writing and best of luck.