I have to admit, I am a little surprised at how hard I took being rejected for the first time. I knew it was coming. No author survives unscathed, but it bummed me out all day. Today, I feel fine. It blows my mind how fast the storm comes and leaves for me, but I definitely need a day to feel bad.
I was pleasantly surprised at how sweet my two oldest boys were. They were so sympathetic and loving, hugging me numerous times and giving their condolences. It really touched me. Now the hubby, bless his heart, is another story. He's not great at nurturing which normally is fine. I don't need tons, but when I'm sick or depressed, he runs the other way. I have forgiven him of course, but I let him know I was unhappy about that. Thank heavens my kids have big hearts!
So today, I stuck my hand back into the blender of writing and sent out another query. I'm hoping to add to the beautiful brass nail on my wall where I hang my rejections. I'll let you know how that goes!