BOOK UPDATE: It's definitely been a down week. I received two rejection letters in response to queries. However, the method of rejection from one of the agents sort of made me glad that the agency wasn't interested. They sent a (cheap) card with a note that began: "Dear Sir or Madam:"
The other rejection came from an agency that the BBC's Get Writing site describes as "a serious heavyweight." Their rejection letter had my name on it and someone had taken the time to sign their name. It's not hard to write "Mr. Cope" and then scribble out a signature, but it makes all the difference.
I suppose I'll send out a few more queries this week. Yes, I fully expected rejection, but that doesn't make it feel any better.
When I was in high school I used to listen to Pantera's "Vulgar Display of Power" CD at least once a day. I wanted to be all cool and violent looking like Phil Anselmo. But then, one day I heard ol' Phil speak and I realized that he is a complete moron. More than 10 years down the road, it appears some things haven't changed.
"A police officer jumped into the bed of the pickup when it slowed in order to try to get the driver to stop" -- It would appear that the Mechanicsburg Police Department developed its police procedure after watching several episodes of "Dukes of Hazzard." I wonder if, before jumping into the truck, they first tried firing flaming or dynamite-laden arrows.
Something tells me the Rev. Bryan Fink is just a little out of touch: "There's going to be a tidal wave of hope that will be flooding back into those countries."