This feeling is becoming normal.

Recently, I read a book titled “On Writing” by Stephen King. In it, he spoke of how he kept every rejection letter that he received for his writing. Even further, he kept these letters on a spike that protruded from his wall. Not only did he see those letters of “We’re sorry to inform you…” every day, but they acted as a reminder — as motivation. Frankly, I think it’s time I did the same.

As you may have already guessed by now, I’ve been rejected once more. This time I finally expected something great, though. I expected them to fall in love. I expected to swoon them. Instead, I did nothing of the sort.

The last time I was rejected, I took it so personally, so harshly. I had a great moment of “Why am I even trying? I’m obviously not good enough to even be attempting this gig.” Not this time, though. No, this time I cried. This time I was upset that, yet again, someone just couldn’t get on board — someone couldn’t see what I saw. My art was lost in a publisher’s translation, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I was angry.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s