Writing for work, applying for jobs, flying the kite of your CV is a difficult and nervous time.  A path familiar to almost all, the pains and the pitfalls well known, and better documented by innumerable others. 

Yet, here I am writing about the continual struggle to hook a bite.  Applying for any job involves time and effort on behalf of the applicant, hope and dreams of possible success attached to each and every application…

And, we get so few replies, so few acknowledgments of rejection, silence is the preferred option by so many:  if you don’t hear from us…

I understand, I even sympathise to a point. 

But, without deluded optimists sending scripts, the industry would die. 

Disillusion, disenchantment and complete apathy can quickly take root, and you wonder how many truly great novels have died under the frustration of silence?   

A one line, “thanks, but no thanks…” shouldn’t be too hard to send, should it? 

I think I get about one reply in four, and that’s poor by any standard. 

That so many don’t’ send acknowledgements, or indeed rejections, and in any industry, any walk of life, is poor, rude even.  

So, anyway, here I am, reading biographies, looking at websites, debating if we are a suitable match, my book – your agency, and preparing to send off the next tranche of earnest applications… 

Wish me luck!

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