Patience is a virtue. I’ve heard that. I believe it, to the core of my being. However, at this point in my life, virtue seems kind of overrated. Waiting to hear back from magazines I’ve submitted material too, waiting to be done with school and land the “dream” job, waiting for all of my hard work to be recognized.
*Sigh*. Maybe today. Dash to the mailbox. Will there be a letter? Did they like my work? More importantly, will they publish my work? Yes? No? Don’t call us, we’ll call you??
It’s worse. “Thank you for your submission…blah, blah,blah…not what we are looking for at this time…” .Rejection. Seems to be my middle name these days. One more to cross off the spreadsheet, one more to try again in six months. For every success there are three rejections. I’ve heard that before. Doesn’t make it sting any less, but it is the nature of the business.
I wonder again, is this worth it? There’s no question that it is, though sometimes I overthink it. If my words only touch one person, it was all worth it. If I never publish my work besides in my small spot on cyber space, that’s okay too. If I made you smile today, if because of my words you know you aren’t alone, leave me a comment.
Those of you out there who are also writers, how do you deal with the inevitable rejection?