A year ago, I threw in the towel.  By then my memoir had received more than 100 agent rejections.  Presuming the fault was mine, I decided to rewrite the manuscript. The editor I’d hired to critique the original draft had called that version “literature.” She and I were the on

“..we just aren’t wholeheartedly connecting with your work, despite its many charms. So, we should step aside.”  An agent sent me this rejection of my memoir recently. To be fair to my manuscript, all the person received was my query. But I won’t quibble.   A compliment is