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The first thing that caught my attention this morning was this email:

Dear D B,

Thank you for your submission and for your interest in ******. We have now had a chance to read your opening chapters and I am sorry to say that we don’t feel it is something that we can offer to represent. I’m really sorry to disappoint but I wish you every success in your search for a suitable agent.

With best wishes,


Needless to say, it shook me awake. I had that awful knot in my gut that threatened to make me cry.

But then, whilst scrolling through Pinterest, in an attempt to ‘get over it’ I saw this:


‘I can’t believe that!’ said Alice.

‘Can’t you?’ the Queen said in a pitying tone. ‘Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.’

Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said: ‘one can’t believe impossible things.’

‘I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

― Lewis Carroll

I’ve never been very good with rejection. In my mind, they’ve made a mistake. I’ll be accepted somewhere, somewhere good. This is my unshakeable belief.

I’m very good at believing in impossible things.