Showing posts with label rejection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rejection. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

ARTAD-- Don't Be A Victim

"Agent Response Time Anxiety Disorder" is a serious condition affecting-- oh-- me for one.
Its symptoms are easily confused with PMS, and the two afflictions bear a striking resemblance to each other. Be alert people! Watch for signs!

Symptoms of ARTAD as experienced by Sue:

1) Frequent urge to yell, "EFFING DOUCHE BAG!" at other drivers, and inability to suppress said urge.

2) Attempts to make other driver's cars burst into spontaneous, fiery, disintegrating explosions by using only powers of telepathy (unsuccessful). (so far.)

3) Energy levels vacillate wildly from complete inertia to wild outbursts of leaping about energetically.

4) Staring at inbox screen long enough to receive rarely seen "cyber tan" while waiting for full request (or better) to magically appear.

5) Decreased impulse control, most recently exhibited by telling horrid man in line at Target, "If I had a cone of silence, I'd be deploying it now."

6) Last, and, possibly most disturbing-- self-inflicted haircut wounds--- to the head.

You feelin' me-- writery types?

Friday, June 20, 2008

The hardest button

"I had opinions, that didn't matter, I had a brain, that felt like pancake batter. I got a backyard, with nothin' in it, except a stick, a dog and a box with somethin' in it."--Jack White

Rejection is never easy. At least this was a rip the bandaid off fast one. It was only a query letter so the agent never saw my actual writing. I may have gotten too cute, joking around a little. There's very little value in second guessing a two or three sentence "no". I still have three partials out there, and I haven't even finished querying my short list. When my partials went out I got all hopeful and optimistic and quit querying. Mistake, i think.

So, beginning the day with some White Stripes (scroll all the way down the playlist to hear "The Hardest Button"), then I need to get some welding done. Around lunch I think I need to get out and blow my pipes out with some hard pedaling, dispel some of the energy. Tonight a kayak run with the Hedtke powerstroke team (trusty Pam and daughter) should smooth out any remaining wrinkles. This weekend I'll climb back in the querying saddle. This business has no room for fragile cry baby's or quitters.