It's January ninth, and I've just received my second rejection letter of the year. It makes me wonder: does this reflect my chances of success for the year ahead? Is it a sign that I should just give up and try a more straightforward and lucrative profession like accounting?
Unfortunately for me, I like writing too much. I like creating a story. I like getting lost in the world of my characters. I like the nitpicky editing process. And rejection letters or not, I even like sending my writing out. It forces me to push my writing further and to strive for perfection.
To cope with the rejection, I remind myself that J.K. Rowling's manuscript for the first Harry Potter book was originally sent to twelve publishing houses, and rejected by them all. And then I flip through my copy of Pushcart's Complete Rotten Reviews and Rejections, edited by Bill Henderson and Andre Bernard (Pushcart Press, 1998). As the cliché says: misery loves company.
And finally, when I'm done sulking, I pick up my pen and start writing again.