Of course there's still hope. I haven't heard back from all the agents, after all.
Not that I will. Many are absolutely inundated and simply can't send a reply unless they're interested. That's fair. Most of them indicate timelines, so if I don't hear from them by then it's a pretty safe bet that it's a 'no.'
Still, even with all the results not in, it's hard to remain hopeful. I know I just need one agent to really love my stuff. Just one.
It's also really hard to keep writing while these rejections come in. I've been struggling to finish the second book in the series, and with other ideas begging for attention, I'm wondering if I shouldn't leave the second book aside for a while and instead focus on these other stories. Maybe it'll help drag my writing out of it's current malaise and reignite the fire that keeps me writing usually.
I'm thinking that maybe I might start on the new story. Since it's not one that I can sell, I don't think (I'm keeping it vague for reasons, so don't ask), the pressure is off, and I can just write. There's another story that I have a vague outline for, but don't have the starting point yet, that I might also work on concurrently. I don't have as good an idea of where to start as I do for the other new project.
I don't know. I'm just feeling rather bummed about it all right now.
I'll be fine, of course. I'm just sad this morning.
Right, I think I've made up my mind. I will go ahead and work on that new thing for today. It starts in a therapist's office.