So, Jasoni’s got a post up about writing, and blogs, and rejections, etc. I won’t link to it, just in case that’s bad form, or whatever, (he’s one of the blogs on the “Other Ships and Captains”) but I think, being new to the blog world as I am, it touched on a few of my own thoughts.
I got a rejection today. Form letter. I got two a week ago, and another a couple of weeks before that, and so on. Hell, I think I’m up to a total of 20 rejections for the 8 or 9 stories I have kicking around out there. And they hurt. Not a whole lot, and not for a very long time, but I find if I don’t have 15 minutes or so to sit and get myself past it, then I spend the day trying to “get over it”, which sucks.
I know it’s part of the whole deal, and I truly believe (or have trained myself not to question) that it’s really a matter of the right story finding the right editor at the right time. I know. But let me tell you a little story about a guy I’ll call Chris (Christopher can be so presumptuous 🙂 )
Chris went to Clarion South, loved it, and grew enough there to submit his work. He sold the first thing he ever sent out. Then he sent out more stuff, and watched it all get knocked back. Chris is not so bright, and so it’s, strangely, the NEXT story sale that he feels like he needs. Or maybe it’s like heroin, or air, it’s always the next gulp you “need”, until you get it, and then it’s the NEXT one you lust after. (Not that you gulp heroin, but you know what I mean.) Once is an accident, after all, and twice is a pattern.
So, anyway, I guess it wouldn’t be a writer’s blog if there weren’t the occasional peak of crazy exuberance or dirty little wallow in the mud of darkest depression.