Last week, I posted five Rejections from Literary Agents. I did this because the rejections, which I'd received over the months previous, were depressing. As you can see by the posts, they were also varied, ranging from this proposal is a pile of stinking shit to you are a great writer but I'm not a fit for this to form letter to I can't bother to respond so here is an email from my assistant. Most of the agents I submitted to didn't even respond. Nowadays, most editors in publishing are like that, it seems. I believe it used to be less like this, but email is so easy to ignore, you know? I'm not sure what the conclusion is here. I've written before that I do not particularly care for agents. And I seem to have them and then it doesn't work out in the long run. I've done better by myself, I suppose. I think that is the point. No more intermediaries for me, maybe. We'll see.
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