Recently, I've noticed that rejections have started hurting less and that worried me a little. What did that mean? Was my writing career meaning less to me? Did I not want to be a published author as much as I had before? Had I come to the end of hope? I even stopped wanting to eat chocolate after each one. Oh no!
Was it time to end the dream?
It didn't take me long to answer back with a resounding NO! Yes, I still love to write and my career still means the world to me. Yes, I still want to be a published, actually a multi-published author. And there is still plenty of hope. Oh, and I still love chocolate.
So why does it hurt less? Why did what used to feel like a stab to my heart now only result in minor bruising? One word...Growth. I've grown up these past few years and my skin...while not rhinoceros thick...is no longer as fragile as it once was. I've been writing long enough and experienced enough rejection, that I'm no longer shocked when it happens.
My first rejections came as a shock...did yours? I just assumed everyone would immediately see what a literary genius I am. Uh, nope...as far as I know, no one has.
Now, when I submit, I don't necessarily expect rejection, but I'm no longer floored when it happens. Personal taste, the market, my writing style, the storyline and a whole host of other things can bring a rejection. That took me a while to understand, but realizing that, it's become much easier.
Will my next rejection hurt? Of course it will. I'm still human. However, I'll go through my little grieving process, which may or may not include chocolate. Then I'll carry on. Why? Because it's what I do...it's what I am.
How about you? Are rejections, whether you're published or not, easier than they used to be?