Karma & The Agent (Not Mine, Another One)

OK, first you have to read this:
Best Rejection Letter EVER

Go ahead. I'll wait here for you.

Done yet?

I sounded bitter didn't I? I sounded angry, didn't I? I remember when this happened, when she wrote back:

"I'm sorry; as a woman who plans to never have children, this just doesn't resonate with me either."

What?

I remember thinking, "OK, wow. So I'm sure literary agents don't want to go out and commit crimes, murder, lure strangers into bed, fight dragons and dinosaurs, morph into evil-eared dwarves, make love with aliens (unless they're hot, well-endowed aliens), but they will represent books with those subjects, right?

So I never did understand why Prominent Literary Agent would not even give 40 Weeks and my writing an inkling of a chance. All because she was a woman who never planned on having children? I don't plan on having an affair, or killing my father, or falling back in love with an ex. Or getting a dog. But I write about these things, these strange phenomena.

It was frustrating. I mean, come on, at least read a couple pages and tell me it sucked or something.

(Not that it does because my own fabulous Prominent NY Literary Agent has told me so!)

But anyway, Karma is a little funny thing, isn't it, in a strange little way. Turns out 40 Weeks may not make it to the bestseller list, or maybe it will someday, or maybe some other book of mine will get published someday, but, the whole "I bet you wish you were my agent because I'm rich, rich, rich" thing quite possibly isn't going to fly in the face of Karma with this one, and I'm OK with that. I know that writing 40 Weeks was important for me, that so many people have the desire to write a book yet so many of them never do, or do get started and then give up, and I haven't done that. And 40 Weeks has gotten me my own fabulous Prominent NY Literary Agent, and I'm moving forward to find the niche to get published because of her.

I'm not about getting even, and this isn't about wishing ill-will toward anyone, really. You know me. I'm a nice person. I believe in The Secret for crying out loud! But I have always been stumped by why I would receive a rejection without even been given the chance to show my work all because it was on a subject of no interest to the agent.

But now, to get to the point of this post, in a turn of interesting events, I have discovered that original Prominent Literary Agent has secured her own little bun in her oven.

And, I think that's great, truly. I think it's wonderful. It was disheartening for me to hear that she didn't want kids. How could you not want children? They are the backbone of our universe, they cast light on dreary days, they turn my upside-down days upside-right, they are my joy and my life and my loves, and for someone to say they want no part of that makes me weep! Weep, I tell you!

So, hearing that this Prominent Literary Agent has crossed over to the other side and will be embracing motherhood makes me happy for her. For her, and her baby whom I am sure she will love and care for with the fervor she cares for her clients, for her books, for her friends and family. She is, from what I know, and from my friends who know her, a top-notch agent who will undoubtedly become a top-notch Mom!

I just wonder if she remembers she rejected me based on that, and if she felt like telling me she was sorry? Cuz that would make me feel kinda better. And then I could tell her to be sure to pick up a copy of 40 Weeks when it hits the shelves, and if she'd like, I'd even be happy to autograph it for her!