While a part of me expected rejection when I submitted my manuscript, the less rational part of me (and, let's be honest, the bigger part of me) hoped for instant publication and glory.
So the rejection stung a little, and I considered whether to keep going. Because I love writing for the sake of writing much more than the thought of being published. And if trying to get published is going to be painful, do I really need to put myself through it?
But then I reminded myself that this is only my first rejection, and I've got to wade through a bunch more before I can even possibly consider giving up. I am not a quitter.
So here's to lots more rejections. And probably tears. Lots of tears.
Boxes of Kleenex would be appreciated.
Writing on,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
1 comment:
Perhaps they aren't good enough for you and really this is a blessing in disguise ! =) I think your writings are amazing, at least the stuff I'd read =) =) =)
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