Author X is convinced it's "never going to happen for me in this or any other lifetime."
Even though she's had two requests for her full manuscript.
"Rejection is my middle name. I must have really pissed somebody off in the karma world," she informed me.
There's a new list of rituals. She claims they are helping deal with the frustration.
Munching on pencils until her teeth hurt.
Positive mental affirmations most of which sound like this:
I love my writing even if nobody else does.
Wearing two different color socks. (I'm still not sure what purpose this serves.)
Researching new agents.
Stalking agents with her material on Twitter.
The Revenge Query.
I did my best to assure her that she's not in this alone. Every single writer knows exactly what she's feeling.
Heck - I know exactly what she's feeling.
In fact, her experience is too close for comfort. I sit patiently waiting for the release of my first novel, pondering what 2011 will have in store for me. My second novel is about ready to roll and I'm plotting the third. When I really start think about it it's practically unnerving.
What's a girl to do?