I’ve often talked about the peak moment in an agent’s life when he gets to tell a writer that there is an offer. What I’ve not written about is all the rejection any agent has to shoulder on behalf of his or her clients, and how those rejections get processed. For me, they only make me stronger and in that way being a stubborn bastard has suited me in this line of work. My mother once said that I never think I’m wrong (not a compliment), and that I always get what I want (again, not flattery). What she missed in the observation is that I’m a determined mother fucker. I eat rejections for breakfast. I paper the walls with them. Make origami. The longer you hold my head under the water the happier I am. Not at first; I used to flail. You couldn’t survive as an agent if you didn’t know how to cope with rejection and help your writers cope with it as well. Last week, I had to deliver a rejection to writer. His response was the best: no worries on passes, my main fuel for writing is revenge, anyway, so he unknowingly just gave me a boost.
Do you write out of revenge? And if not, why not?
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