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Fuck me running, or “How all the air went out of my sails.”

September 23rd, 2008 · No Comments

So the agent that had the full manuscript (btw I hate that word, it’s made of pretentious garbage) of my book made a post in his journal last week that he was quitting agenting, but was going to pass along the stuff that he liked to the other agents in the firm. I emailed him to see if mine would make the cut, because it’s been a while (he’s had the whole thing for just over a year, I originally queried them in January of 07).

Newly energized, I figured I’d put a fresh coat of paint on the first chapter, because I haven’t touched it since I sent it to him. After about a half hour of work, I took a pause to check my email and surprise, there’s an email from him.

I didn’t make the cut, apparently.

Which is fine, I guess, but still…stings.

I talked about it a lot, and I probably jinxed it, and now I kind of feel like an ass because I’m back and square one, which is where I was anyway, I just didn’t want to see it.

I kind of want to give up right now. I’m probably not going to, but still…

It’s all really frustrating. No other artist that I try to talk to about comic stuff even writes me back, much less acts interested. We’re slowly crawling ahead with Gifted, but it’s slow and neither one of really know what we’re doing.

So yeah. I’m unhappy.

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