The literary agent got back to me. She liked the story and my writing, but she feels like she’s not the right agent to represent it.
“That’s an awesome no!” Jennie, my book coach, says.
Yeah, but it’s still a no.
The positive–it’s a matter of personal taste on the part of the agent and has nothing to do with the story, characters or writing.
Yeah, but it’s still a no.
So it’s back to the query pool. I’ve sent out a handful more query letters, and am again waiting. It’s a torturous, glacial process, but so far, it’s the only game in town. If I wanna win, I gotta play.
So play I will.
By waiting. Again.
Ugh.