Ever have your heart pulled out from your chest, stomped on a few times, then spit-shined and shoved back into place?
So I got my first rejection on the full manuscript of CHARLES today. Snail mail. I knew when I saw my own SASE that it wouldn't be a pretty picture. I suppose good news can come by post, if you consider bills and junk mail good news, that is.
With a sinking feeling, I tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. Nice stationery. Watermark and everything.
Thank you for sending HEY, CHARLES--YOUR SLIP IS SHOWING. Though the premise is intriguing and promises a fun ride, I found the actual storyline a bit familiar and somewhat bogged down by Lee's issues.
Of course, another reader may feel differently and I wish you luck.
The storyline was a bit familiar? I guess that was the vibrators at work again. Who'd have guessed that a story about a recent college grad becoming a stock girl at a clothing store that also sells sex toys was "familiar"?
Ah, nuts. Off to find some chocolate and mope. Maybe there will be good news later.