Well we had a blast in Chicago. In fact, it turned out way better than expected. Sunburns, bloated bellies and lots of great memories are mine for the keeping.
However, my smile was soon turned upside-down. At least for a few minutes. In fact, when I saw the self-addressed envelope, I barely even winced. You see, as soon as we returned from Chicago, I received the rejection letter from Mr. Bialer.
I'd be lying if I told you I didn't believe that I would receive a phone call from him while in Chicago.
I have a plan. I won't let it bother me...too much, and I'll continue sending queries nearly daily. Maybe I'll flood the editorial offices over at Dark Horse with submissions. Or perhaps I'll go straight to TOR. I believe it will be easier to find a publisher than perhaps it would be to get a literary agent. Or maybe not, we'll see.
But for right now, I'm going to get back into writing book 2. I'm having fun...