And then there was one
I haven’t updated here in a bit, so I guess I should. On the book front, responses are sloooowly trickling in. I’m still awaiting responses from four agents who only have a query to a query + what they ask for on the website, and one agent who has my full. About a week ago, I heard back from one place that had asked for the exclusive on the first 3 chapters. I barely batted an eyelash when she rejected me. I also received one of the kindest rejections ever from Ad*ms Literary, which was encouraging. It’s rare that you get a whole paragraph of non-scripted response. And then today, a full on crappy day in my mind, beginning with me waking up with a sore throat, then continuing onto work where the smell of the roof getting tarred gave me a very not-fun headache, then to me getting a rejection from an agency that had my full. I at first had little to no reaction, probably because I was getting high off tar, or whatever tar is made of, but then as I took books off the new shelf and added them into the regular collection, I started becoming all negative about things and starting to tear up. In the bathroom, I teared up a little more, then joked about it with Gabby because crying in the bathroom isn’t cliche at all, then ate lunch and joked about how I would cry at home later.
And then I found out this. If there’s anything worth tearing up about today, it’s absolutely not me getting a measly rejection, but the tragic end to a very promising life.
I don’t have much to say about it besides that. It’s just terrible and sad and shocking, for his team, his family, his friends, his everything. It seems like there have been a handful of professional athlete deaths in the last couple years, but none as affecting as this. He was just going out after the game. He wasn’t partying or drunk or bringing a gun to a club, he was a passenger in a car, en route somewhere after pitching well in his first start of the season. What a loss.
