“We regret to inform you . . .”
Hands waved wildly in the air. Long low groans fill the air. Head hits wall or computer or desk repeatedly. “I need ice cream” is said and followed through on.
Sound familiar?
Everytime I tell someone I’ve received a rejection letter I think they expect that reaction from me. They are surprised by my happy face and how excited I am. In other words, I’m weird. (Not big news to anyone who knows me)
Admittedly I don’t have huge amounts of rejections yet but I am starting to pile them on and I love it. Well maybe love is a little strong. But I do relish them. For, you see, I don’t see rejections as dead ends. I see them as stepping stones.
The stones lead to my goal and I can’t bypass them. I also have to keep an eye on each one as it comes or I will slip. I have no idea how many stones are on my path, the end is shrouded in mist. I am happy to be on the path though. Writing and submitting is enough for me right now.
I know that not everyone will love my stories and even if they like it, there may not be a place for it with them. And so I keep going. Skipping from stone to stone, excited to see the view from each new one. Writing more stories to send out so I can get more rejections to pave my path with.
