So, I got my first book rejection this morning with my coffee. The email was brief and direct, one sentence…a little like a single bullet to the brain, or maybe the heart.
But, to quote Monty Python’s Holy Grail, “I’m not dead yet!”
I promptly did what all budding authors do:
I gave myself a manicure,
made myself some festive beaded rings,
and gave that rejection email the bird.
Speaking of festive…today is step-son Graham’s birthday.
Have a great one, Spammy!
Note the knitted GEEK headband - he made it himself, I'm so proud!!!