That’s what I tell myself with every rejection that I get.
Don’t be discouraged.
You can’t. It’s that simple.
You can’t be discouraged and you can’t take a rejection personally. You’ve got to be a little thick-skinned or better yet, Teflon coated. One person’s opinion, or two or three or even a dozen does not necessarily mean your story stinks. Well, maybe a dozen’s a little too much.
The other day must have been International Rejection Day because I got six. One right after the other. I know even before I open the email and see a little bit of the first sentence–“We appreciate…” Sort of like a Dear John letter: “This is a hard letter….” You don’t have to read on MacDuff to know the score.
I don’t know if this is a good number or not, but of the 74 rejections I have received since June, I have had seven stories published as well as five poems. Another flash fiction piece will be published on the 24th. So, I guess my writing doesn’t stink after all. And for those eight stories that found a home–I am grateful to the editors who have them their home.
When a piece is rejected, I appreciate those editors who take time out to offer some feedback or just add a personal touch to the rejection. At the very least, someone has read something I have written. I have gotten a lot of encouragement from them.
As a new day begins, I wonder what news of the Rialto.