Cross posted over at The Liars Club site, where the authors are all answering the question: How do you deal with rejection? Here’s my response:
I brood. I pull into myself and feel ugly and stupid. I stew. I grouse. I eat ice cream. I tell myself I suck. I devour a chocolate bar. I look over my rejected bit of writing and see every flaw. Why hadn’t I seen that before? OF COURSE IT WAS REJECTED.
I consider another line of work. I hear the button factory is hiring…
I snap the leash on my dog’s collar and take a long long walk. I breathe deeply, and force myself to forget about writing. But my mind whirls back to the rejection again and again with renewed sting. I get a cup of coffee. I watch a cheesy chick flick. I pace.
And I look at my rejected piece of writing again. You know, it doesn’t suck. I might change one or two words, but damn if it ain’t bad. I get pulled into the writing again, and find myself enjoying the words of this manuscript. And remembering past rejections that turned into acclaimed successes.
I remind myself that readers are subjective, that novels have specific audiences. That I want an editor who is head-over-heels in love with my work. That once my agent finds this editor, things will be different.
I start to feel better. I start to feel encouraged. I eat another piece of chocolate. I start to feel fat.
Okay, the pity party is officially over. I’m ready to move on. Ready to feel strong and hopeful again.
