How Rejection Can Lead to Hope

I was not in the best of moods the other morning. It was gray and sleeting, the to-do list for my book launch seemed overwhelming, and there were no babysitting hours on the horizon. As I leaned over the two-year-old to change his diaper, in my worn black cabled sweater, he reached up and grabbed a knit bobble. “Booberries,” he said. “Iss pretty.”

(Is it best to query all your target agents at once? — or just a few to start?)



Guest column by Nichole Bernier, author of the novel
Random House, June 5, 2012). She has written for
magazines including Conde Nast Traveler, ELLE, Health,
Men’s Journal, and Child, and is a founder of the literary
blog Beyond the Margins. She lives outside of Boston with
husband and five children, and is at work on her second
novel. She can be found at, and on Twitter.



Anyone who spends time with children knows the little bits of gold that come out of their mouths. They can also spew mercury and bile like Linda Blair, and show you just what they think of your stinking rules with every cubic inch of air in their lungs. But sometimes there’s a gem that makes you smile, something they say that makes you see things in a way you never have before. And for one shining moment you realize it’s not true that there’s nothing new under the sun, not as long as there are two-year-olds who can see blueberries in yarn.

Hope, like happiness, can come in the most unexpected ways. It’s true of raising children, and it’s true of the writing life. I’m no Pollyanna, but it is possible to be blindsided by random bits of kindness, and optimism. The key is to recognize them — and let yourself give them more weight than the sleet and the bile.

This has been on my mind since I wrote the Acknowledgements for my novel not long ago. It’s a fascinating exercise, creating a little word-bouquet of gratitude. How often do we ever sit down and make an accounting of the people who made a thing possible? And yet I was aware of one person I wanted to thank, but didn’t. To thank her would have been strange since we’d never met, never even spoken.

When I finished the first draft of my novel I was enormously pregnant with my fourth child, and filled with an urgency to progress in every way. This was my first time trying to write or publish fiction, so my mental timeline was that of a magazine freelancer: a) finish, b) publish, c) paycheck. I was not accustomed to improving something slowly at no fee or guarantee. So in my rush to cross “Get Agent” off my to-do list before the baby came, I sent off a handful of queries immediately.

(Getting specific: Agents explain what they want to get RIGHT NOW.)

The baby came, and so did the agents’ responses — some passes, but also partials and fulls, all leading to rejections in the end.

It’s easy to lick your wounds when you have a beautiful new infant. I put aside my manuscript and became absorbed with the ambiguous divide between day and night, much as I had after each of the previous three births, consumed with feedings and laundry, exhaustion and love. Months passed. What are you going to do with the novel? my husband would ask gently, because it wasn’t like me to leave something unfinished. But I couldn’t find a point of reentry, or a reason.

One day a letter came from the last of the agents I’d queried who’d asked for a full manuscript. I’d given up long ago, because she was a well-known agent who represented several authors I admired, and you often never heard back from important people. But when I pulled the letter from the envelope, it was three pages long. Three pages of thoughtful reflection on what she saw I had envisioned and nearly achieved, but not quite.

I read each paragraph with words like insightful and compelling, along with suggestions of where it fell short, and I kept waiting for the “but” that would really hurt. The turn-down came, but it came like this: “This was a near-miss for me.” I could feel the reluctance in her words, and it was almost as meaningful as an acceptance. I was a rookie in the business of publishing fiction, but I already knew from peers that a pass like this was not really a rejection at all, it was a blessing. Agents are too busy to take the time to write long letters of rejection just to be nice. She was not my mother, my friend, or my writing instructor. She didn’t have to take the time to encourage me, or let me down gently. The only way this stranger would say it was a near miss and take three pages to say so was if it were true.

I dove into revisions with an energy I hadn’t felt since my second trimester. Someone had looked open-mindedly to see the promise of something real in my terrible first draft, had seen blueberry in the bobble, and taken the time to say so. In the low times I would think, This was a near-miss for me. And it was enough to recharge my faith that someday, for someone, it would not be.


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3 thoughts on “How Rejection Can Lead to Hope

  1. paula

    Nichole, thank you for this post.

    This is exactly the kind of post a lot of us need to read!

    Writing can be a challenging career and it’s comforting to know that even the best of us (like you, because you’re clearly an excellent writer) endure a bit of a tough time before reaching our goal.

    Thanks again for the inspiration, it made my day!

  2. shadesdown2001

    I guess it’s easier for some more than others to even get a bite. I on the other hand, have been holding my first completed adult fiction novel for more than six months. I have sent out hundreds of queries and ALL have been rejected without even getting requests for partials, fulls, or even a synopsis. The only line I continue to get fed from those agents is – “It’s just not right for us. I wish you the best in the future.”

    I have allowed a chosen few avid readers to read my novel and they ALL have complimented the storyline, the characters and even the way it was written.

    I am currently working on five other fictional projects that I feel as though I should just give up on and toss out. Being denied that much just from query emails is enough to break my spirit from wanting to continue writing.

  3. JR MacBeth

    Your prose is captivating Nichole. You’re a mother of five? I have some myself, and you’re right about the bits of gold that come out at times. Often, it’s just a look on their faces that’s an inspiration, an invitation to think about something not thought of before. Thanks for sharing your wonderful story.


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