A post in two parts:
1. Tweeting my own horn. I don't really do "tweet" stories (notice all the itty-bitty markets that have cropped up lately?), but I couldn't resist Tweet the Meat. My tweet is due tomorrow at 6 PM Pacific. Follow them for a load of blood and guts in little bite-sized bits.
2. Give me a form rejection, please. When I queried for the first time in '07, most of those queries went out as traditional snail mail. Of the email I sent, I received a response from about 90%. The times they are a'changing: many agents now state they only respond to email queries when they are interested, leaving a writer in limbo.
This is akin to saying hello to someone and that someone not reciprocating. A little thing, sure, but it saps my "psychic energy". My first e-query for The House Eaters went out in mid March, and I've heard nothing. Rejection? Of course. But I still feel like some bit of me is floating out in the ether, some stranger passing on the street to whom I've said hello and they don't even make eye contact. I beg you for form rejections.