It's hard to be anything but when you do what you told yourself and everybody else you wouldn't do--get your hopes up about your YA book getting published--and then get rejected.
It was a nice letter, but it's still one of those moments.
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You stare at it.
You hold your breath. You click on it.
You read it. Again. And one more time for good measure.
You stare away the moisture--those are not tears.
You decide not to tell anybody.
Then you decide to tell everybody.
A big long exhale, and.... Here we go again.
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