Maybe... "Okay, Mom" = "Whatever. I'm busy and not really listening to you anyway."
So, Tuesday afternoon, my sweet daughter called me on my cell and asked, "Where are you?" Well, of course, I
"Anything else?" I asked her.
"Yeah. One more thing," she said. "Why did you write a letter to yourself?"
"Well, there's an envelope in the mail with your handwriting on it that is addressed to and from you," she said.
"It's just another rejection," Eeyore said.
"How could you possibly know that?" she asked.
"Open it up and read it outloud."
"Thank you for giving us the opportunity to ... blah blah blah ... Unfortunately--"
"You can stop reading now," I said.
"But I'm not even half way through the letter!"
"Trust me," I said as she mumbled to herself quickly reading.
"Oh...oh...I'm so sorry, Mom."
Whelp, it's okay. I stopped reading at "unfortunately" ... at least I tried to. Truth be told I read the rejections in their entirety. Usually more than once. Then I log it in my excel file.
The real bummer, is when you PAY to be rejected. I wish all agents accepted email queries. It's a bummer to spend money on postage, paper, and envelopes to be rejected.
I need a little less Eeyore this week and a litte more Tigger.
Any words of wisdom to spring me out of my rejection slump?