Opened my email this morning to have a rejection waiting for me. It was six AM. There oughta be a law.
But in seriousness, I’ll say that I don’t mind the rejections right now, because they are signs of life. I learned the other day of a man who had weathered 11,000 no’s — and he has published several books as well as short stories in literary magazines. Rejection is a sign of life, that you are out there, committing to the process, sending up flares and hoping for a lifeboat.
And if all that floats back is a little dross, that slimy seaweed that makes me screech when it wraps around my legs, well, remember that this means the ocean is teeming with possibility, and one day, the tides will pull me in.