Every author goes through rejection. Many. Many. Many. Times. Even after you’ve published 11 books. I should know. It happened to me at the writer’s conference just this weekend. But before I get into that, let me tell you about all the good things that happened:

And here’s where I got a taste of humble pie:

I attended the pitch slam, and I submitted my pitch. Oh boy. For those who don’t know, a pitch slam is where several agents read your pitch to a group of people, then they tear it to shreds. Let me just start by saying that no one’s pitch went through the slam unscathed. There were no “perfect pitches.” Everyone got critiqued. But that was actually a good thing. It meant I knew where to improve. Still. Ouch.

I knew the pitch was rough. I’d only been working on it for a few weeks, which isn’t nearly long enough. I haven’t even edited the book I was submitting it for, which is why I wasn’t pitching the book in the first place. But I wasn’t expecting the criticism I got. That just shows me.

Guess I’ll know better next time.