I got my first rejection from an agent today.

I was very proud.

Because someone had read my work.

A professional.

And if someone had read my work, I must now be a writer!

One thing confused me.

I had smeared my life guts on those pages.

The ink was blood.

And the rejection I received today said -

They were not accepting fiction at this time.

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