There’s no way to sugarcoat rejection.
99 times out of 100 you receive a form letter, with an impersonal touch that—regardless of intention—gives one a feeling that he (or she) is on the same level as an unflushed toilet.
“I couldn’t quite connect.”
“Not for me.”
“Blah blah blah…” You get the idea.
Once in a while, or rather, once in a January blood-moon, you get rejected in such a pleasant, comical way, you really have to giggle. This happened to me today.
Thank you for the query but having never read Cloud Atlas or any of your other comparable titles, and not a sci-fi person in general, I’m just so not the right agent for this project.
Wishing you the best of luck.
~The agent who shall not be named.
I laughed, agreed, and replied with a thanks. It’s a shame, really, she’s got the sense of humor I’d so relate to.
Ah well, it’s that cake and eat it thing. Neither is good for a diabetic writer.
There, I wrote a short blog.