The perfect company? The one I was positive was going to read my book and love it and want it and give me a bunch of money for it and love me forever and validate my entire existance? Said thanks, but no thanks. Not for them.
I was shocked. Seriously.
I know how that sounds. But I was so sure. I looked at their website and they looked like...me. They looked like they would have the same sense of humor as I do. They looked quirky and fun and funny. They looked like they would appreciate an artfully placed "asshat" or "weepcakes".
But they didn't.
I shared the information with a few of my closest friends who all told me clearly they were idiots and someone would surely love my manuscript. Now, none of them had read it. But they loved me so they were sure someone else would love me too.
So I made a spreadsheet. The publisher or agent name, when I submitted, what the reaction was.
And I officially notated my very first no.
To be continued...