Home from New York,
the parcel returned from the slush.
I got the rejection letter in the mail Monday, but just wasn't in the mood to talk about it until today. The novel got a very good rejection (a letter with comments and a compliment, rather than a form rejection), but it's still a rejection. Oddly, I'm just fine with that: I'm not as in love with that book as I used to be, and I think the current one will be much, much better.
So it has officially become my first trunk book. Let's hope I don't write too many in that category...