I feel like a two-bit hack who can’t write a decent sentence to save her life.
I feel like withdrawing my five manuscripts from the agents before they have the chance to reject me.
I feel tired and ready to give up this whole business.
Maybe I should withdraw the manuscripts. I can’t take the rejection anymore.
I just can’t.
A Note To Self (months later): Don’t allow extreme self doubt to get to you. Although a few requests came back rejected, they all had insightful comments that helped make the manuscript stronger. And a good many of both old and newly requested drafts are still in the running. I’m happy I didn’t withdraw my manuscripts, one never knows what beautiful little, or even big, surprises may be lurking around the corner. Can’t wait to see what happens next …