When there's mail for me, with the address in my own handwriting, I know it's not good.
Last Friday I received another rejection from an agent I sent my novel to a few weeks ago. I had to send them a self-addressed stamped envelope so they could let me know the news.
I guess I've got to just keep trying...when I get the time. This news, along with the sleep-deprivation that goes with having a newborn and a toddler, plus recovering from major surgery, has left me feeling a bit down.
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Oh dear. Not the post we wanted to read or the post we wanted you to get! Major surgery too?
Yeah, I had another c-section.
Argghh. My horror story for my second birth was that after the Caesar the dr told me on the way back to the ward that he hadn't given me any pain meds in my drip. So that once the epidural ran out, I'd have to decide for myself how much I could manage. Bleh! Like really? You cut me half open and then expect that I'll manage the pain okay without help?
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