Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

and then there were five

Ok, today marks my fifth rejection letter.  The email I received this evening was particularly difficult.  It was from one of the agencies I was really hoping to sign with.  It isn’t the end of the world, but it definitely put a damper on my evening. 

I am feeling the sting of rejection a bit more acutely tonight. 

I need to shake it off and stop thinking of this as an unstoppable trend.   This is a minor bump in the road!  Instead of moping in a corner, I should be channeling Gloria Gaynor…after all…I will survive! 

Like that time I bought a dozen scratch-off lottery tickets; I can’t get discouraged just because the first few weren’t winners.  I won twenty-eight dollars that day…but not until the last few tickets were remaining. 

So in my on-going quest to be on the New York Times best sellers list, I have been networking and making friends via Twitter and Facebook.  I hear through the grapevine that a little good natured stalking may be in order, and hey, I’m up for that!  It’s not like I’m going to set up camp outside their offices like some sort of creeper.  Everyone knows I hate to fly, and I’m not too keen on rush hour traffic these days either.  I’ll keep my stalking to the friendly kind, and hopefully make a few lifelong connections that will lead to bigger and better things.

What I should be worried about is the fact that my son said he was frightened of how much of an old lady I was becoming.  Me?  An old lady?  No way!  I mean sure…some of my recent underwear choices aren’t exactly helping, but it’s not like anyone sees those!  No, I’m not getting old…I’ve just got a lot on my mind.  I can’t be expected to remember when Harry Potter comes out in theatres, or whether Vince Neil or Vince Gill was the singer for Mötley Crüe. I have way too much on my mind for that!

I have an agent to find, and a book to sell!

So basically, I refuse to accept rejection, and I refuse to accept that I’m getting old.  So deal with it!  I’m not giving up.

Until the next time…I’ll be wearing my young girl underwear to bed!

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