I got a rejection today, which is normal. It isn’t even a story that is truly special to me the way a few of my stories are, the way some of my stories feel like my children while others are children I’m babysitting; I’m not going to let any of them run in front of a truck but I’m only going to pay university tuition for the kids that are actually, legally mine, you know? And the rejection wasn’t even mean, just standard, thank you but we aren’t going to use your piece, so I don’t know why this particular rejection felt worse than any for a long time. But it did, so I spent my afternoon post-rejection in a funk.
Story was re-read, re-worked and submitted elsewhere by the evening, but funk lingers. Blah rejection. Love me literary world instead of this! LOVE ME!
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that sucks, Meghan — rejections are disheartening even if you’re in the best of moods, and can turn a bad day into an awful day really quick. One more reason that being a writer is a hard, hard thing to do.
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Maybe I’ll get an acceptance soon and it will turn a sadder day into a happier one to even things out.