I had a writer friend share today that her manuscript, her baby, her true labor of love was rejected today. This was doubly hard to hear because the agent had deliberately sought her out and requested her work. I so feel for her. Her book is fabulous. Great writing, a huge family saga/drama of the style of Rosamunde Pilcher. Just stellar. But I guess she wasn't to the taste of the agent.
It's hard, because this industry is so subjective. We try so hard to get our ducks in a row, good plot line, careful crafting of sentences, checking and rechecking for grammar, spelling, wordiness. Those are things we can control. But once we let these children go, we have no control over how people will react to them, what attitude they may have as they read our stories.
Another writer friend (Thanks Stephanie!) posted this on Facebook today and it reminded me yet again of how important it is to find the right attitude to filter life through. Laugh, snort, and enjoy (I did!) and remember that we are supposed to "act, and not be acted upon".