A diary started as the second month looms. (The fight against procrastination may prove a recurring theme.)
Rejections received: 1
Feedback from aforementioned rejection:
Dear H. B.
Thank you so much for sending in your first few chapters for us to read. This is a special response that we send out to writers that we won’t be taking any further but really loved their writing. It might mean that you need a huge edit, we are publishing another book very similar to yours or the novel needs some structural/developmental work.
But we think you are really talented. So submit again to us, submit everywhere because you will find a home eventually.
Hugs (because this will be bitter-sweet)
PS – Huge apologies for the massive wait. We had over 170 submissions
My interpretation of the feedback from the aforementioned rejection:
“Huge edit” WTF !
“We think you are really talented.” My arse!
“You will find a home eventually.” Where? Atop the Bonfire of the Broken?
“Hugs?” I’m not a two-year old!
“Bitter-sweet?” Eh? Where’s the saccharine?
“170 submissions” Only 170! And I still didn’t smash it? WTF!
My immediate physical response to the feedback from the aforementioned rejection:
A determined curse-strewn stomp toward the fridge.