So I figured rejections that were filtered through an agent wouldn't feel as bad. Not so much.
It was nicer to have someone to commiserate with and to point out all of the wonderful words and accolades that came before the big "buts", even though I've spent the day with nothing but the buts running through my head. Agent Erin is still so upbeat and positive that I feel like I'm letting her down by wallowing. She knows that "The One" (her words) is out there and the fact that the comments are almost diametrically opposed is a good thing. It feels a bit like being on Match.com and looking for just the right editor to take your manuscript for longs walks on the beach at sunset. I can feel that she's right, that we're this close. Now I just have to get through the rest of the day.
On this date: In 1884, the Oxford English Dictionary debuts.