Errgh. I’m feeling a bit like Rosie the Robot from the Jetsons at the moment. I’ve had nine rejections in three months. Okay, these were for different six different pieces of work, and three of them were for competitions (I count not being short listed as a rejection as it means that I my work didn’t meet the required standard). I should be mighty pleased with myself because I had items to submit, and I actually made the effort to put them out there.
Also, the rejections I got from journals and publishers were very supportive. Gone are the days when I don’t hear at all, or get the standard one-liner email. I actually get some useful advice and suggests. It’s taken me a number of years to get to this stage, and thanks to the support from friends, fellow writers, the Ladybird’s Facebook writers group, and all of those good folk who’ve rejected my work.
I’m prepared to move on up into the next phase of writing. Time to stop feeling sorry for myself, reflect on the good advice I’ve received, and review those pieces and projects.
And don’t you give up either!
