When words hurt worse then paper cuts

So … After taking a couple weeks to convince myself that it wasn’t my book that was the problem and it was, indeed, the lit agents, I decided to go trolling once again. The responses I got … not pretty.

The bad news: it is my book that’s the problem. And boy can those rejection letters sting like a bee on steroids. One agency even referred to me as Ms. Griffon. Last I checked, my last name was Carpenter … though that fact was over looked when I read the next line that stated, and I quote,

“I’m hesitant as to whether this is something I can successfully sell in today’s tough market for young adult books.”

Ouch.

Not to be over shadowed by:

“I am not enthusiastic enough to move others aside in order to champion this one.”

Double ouch.

I always used to think that the generic responses were the worst ones. Now I’m not so sure

The only question left, is how do I stop doing the one thing I love more then anything else when I clearly suck at it?