[ RF ] He did n't have enough knowledge to fill an entire world up with things .

Derek's leg shook rapidly as he waited for the computer to log him in. His leg always shook when he was nervous, and this was as good a reason to be nervous as any. The computed logged him in and he quickly opened up Firefox. 
 
 The Valley View Library was the only place he could be away from his father, and so he was there whenever possible. 
 
 The browser opened and Derek went to Google. He signed in his Gmail account and checked his inbox. 
 
 There was a reply. 
 
 He clicked the message, from Penguin Publishing. He saw the message earlier at work, but he wanted time to read the e-mail, so he waited until he got to the library. 
 
 Six months sitting on top of a slush pile, the manuscripts sent in by unknown, unrepresented writers. He finally got the reply. 
 
 The e-mail had two lines. 
 
 > We are sorry to inform you that we are n't interested in pursuing your writing. You have excellent character building and narrative, but you do n't have the knowledge to fill an entire world up with things. 
 
 Derek leaned back, closing his eyes. What did that even mean? He sent in an urban fantasy, not an epic fantasy. He was using the world everyone lived in. 
 
 He looked back at the e-mail. 
 
 At least it was a custom rejection, a variety of e-mail he'd been getting more of lately. Far fewer stock rejections. 
 
 Derek went to Google Docs and began his next round of editing.
