I've played this game before with my brother: two ugly scenarios, and you have to pick which one is worse. Some events of the past few days have made me think of this again, mainly in the number of crappy rejections I've gotten in my mailbox (even the good number of fulls I still have out have not made a dent in my mood). Now, I KNOW I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO COMPLAIN. It's the kiss of death. Yeah, I know that. I've read it a million times. But, there comes a point when I just get frustrated. Honestly, I've been avoiding sending out any queries since Thanksgiving, attempting to allow people some more time during the hectic holiday season. Makes sense to me. And I also understand clearing out the in-box before the holidays. Plus, there is the dreaded no-answer-is-your-answer that no one likes. But at the expense of those of us out here, desperately trying to play by the rules, dealing with a year that has dumped more crap in my lap than I care to think about, well, it's been really hard. Hard enough to make me write this.
I don't like form rejections.
I HATE FORM REJECTIONS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS. On full manuscripts. Without even my NAME. HONESTLY!
Yeah, I know you're busy. Guess what? So am I. On top of everything I do, I'm also trying to find an agent for my book. So, before you hit 'send' think about it for a second--a rejection is going to sting for an author at any point. This week, well, it's going to make some of us delete a whole lot of work off our hard-drives and make a New Year's resolution to stop waisting time writing. It's not worth it.