the joy of rejection
I’m starting to get good at this. In fact, I look forward to it. If I haven’t heard from an agent in a while, I’m relieved to open up my form-letter rejection and add it to my arsenal. My goal is 50. I’ve only received five so far. For “Blue,” that is. I’ve received so many rejections for so many grants over the years, I couldn’t count.
You know what each rejection tells me? It tells me I’m still in this game. I am doing it. There was a time when I used to marvel at people who had actually finished a manuscript. I finally did it. All of the slogging through Uncertainty and Doubt about writing a book is behind me. Now I’m on the path of finding that one person, that one person who will pick up my query on a random Tuesday and think, “This is good. I’m going to take my chances with this one.” I know that person is out there, and I will find him or her.
Until then? I’m going to keep pinning my rejections to my bulletin board so that I can remind myself of my bravery, of the fact that when it is all said and done, I can go out with a big, fat smile knowing that I used this life to follow my dreams. Because the truth is, that’s what it’s really all about.