Never tell me the odds!
I got a career-best rejection last night. It takes the sting out of it, but the story remains single. Let’s see if the words “will definitely find a home” prove prophetic.
I re-touched it and sent it out a-courting. I’m told this is a saucy minx with plenty of charms. Beauty is in the eye of the editor, however.
I’m philosophical about rejection: it’s part of the process. There are so many factors to get right that it’s amazing that anything sells. It has to be the best story that hits a receptive editor’s desk at a time when s/he is looking for that type of tale. The odds… they are long.
You have to be optimistic, and persistent of course. Plus you need To Write A Lot.
Time to return to crafting yarns.
2 Comments
ben
Well, it can be nice, but in some ways I find close-but-no-cigar rejections the most equisitely frustrating kind of rejection….”We loved you’re story. It was great. But we’re still not going to publish it.”
Maura
Yep, it’s frustrating, but at least it leaves you with hope.