I got one of those rejections today that makes you want to scream. Oh, not because it was mean or got my name wrong or was a form letter. No, it made me want to scream because it was nice and complimentary, but ultimately amounted to an “I liked it, but I didn’t love it” with no real explanation of why.
But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? Love is irrational and, when you get right down to it, impossible to truly justify. Oh, you can always cite reasons. But in the end, it comes down to chemistry, to that indefinable quality that one person (or book or movie or work of art) has and another doesn’t.
Read the rest of my words of wisdom at the Manuscript Mavens blog.