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I got a refusal from an agent. It was sent in the form of an email, and it was sent, wait for it, at ten-thirty on Friday evening. A standard blank ‘no’. Picture it: my agent-who-will-never-be, five gins in and sitting by her fireside having an ‘assassination evening’. By the time she got to me…. I wouldn’t mind a wager that my manuscript was never read – that she discovered something in my covering letter she didn’t like and used it as a reason to just bang the reject button?
The ejector seat.