This morning started off with an e-mail from agent Tracey, informing me of another rejection. It's the kind of rejection I often get--the editor loves me, loves the book, etc. etc. But in the end, the manuscript just isn't special enough. For the record I WOULD BE A MILLIONAIRE IF I COULD GET PAID A ROYALTY FOR EVERY TIME I'VE BEEN TOLD BY EDITORS I'M NOT SPECIAL ENOUGH. But whatever. In my heart I know I'm special. And that you're special. And that we're all special because we're all God's very special, special children. So at least there's that.
At any rate, I've been trying to figure out how to make myself more special. For awhile I thought the answer was to write a paranormal romance, so I labored away for awhile on a selkie story, and honestly it was kind of good. But in the end I couldn't finish it because every time I looked at myself in the mirror I went I am writing a freaking book about a freaking girl WHO'S IN LOVE WITH A FREAKING SEAL. And then I would ROCL. And for the record, writing a love story involving seals is way hard when you're ROCL-ing.
Wow! I feel better now! Writing in CAPS is v. therapeutic!