The Goal of Writing... (SPOILER ALERT!!!!)

A little over a week ago, I received the first of hopefully not too many rejections of the dear, little novel introduced in my last post. I was not overly surprised, knowing that rejections are a large part of getting published. Of course, I had hoped the agent would read my submission, fall in love, and start soliciting the movie rights. But I knew better. That's not how the business works.

Even expected pains hurt a little, but I am thankful for other options and for friends and family who have been supportive of and enthusiastic about the book. If you have read or are praying for the future of Grit, thank you!

Meanwhile, my boys have been busy. Today they prepared a little surprise they were sure I'd enjoy because, as they told me, "You inspired it!"

So, dear New York City Literary Agent, I won't cry because you "aren't enthusiastic enough" about my book. I understand it's part of getting published. Maybe I'll find an agent or publisher who falls head over heels in love with my story, or maybe this will be enough reward for my labors...

The village of Thresh: Grit's, Sire Stone's, and Coil's huts.

Post sparring match: Check out Grit's dagger on the table and the berries at her side. I believe they took great pains to pick an appropriate face for the wounded warrior.

Grit: Ignore the fact that Scrarlett ought to teach Grit to shave and focus on the beautiful pearl she's wearing! (And that's one huge berry, isn't it?)

And finally, Seal and Oath, carrying the day's loot into their hut, followed by Turf.

On the other hand, dear New York City Literary Agent, you may have missed out on striking* a great deal with the Lego company.

*Pun totally intended.