When Previous Me posted that note telling Current Me not to take rejections personally, I did so because had a feeling that I was due. I was right. Three hit my inbox last week. Previous Me also thought it was silly to do so, because I thought I was already pretty good at not letting rejections bother me. I was wrong.
I thought I was shrugging them off oh so bravely, but all last week, writing and trying to write left me in a funk. I thought it was the heat, but when the heat left and the funk didn’t, I finally acknowledged that I was feeling discouraged. I was just in denial about it, because I was so sure that I’m not like other writers. Ha!
Once I got over myself, I reread the third rejection. At least it was personal. Then it hit me: the editor recommended another market! I ‘m getting somewhere. And all of a sudden the writing is interesting again.
Oh, Previous Me, you thought you were so wise, but sometimes it is personal and sometimes that’s a good thing.
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