Saturday, February 10, 2007

Going From A Major Stab Wound To Minor Bruising

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?

3 comments:

JoAnn said...

Great blog, Christy! I started submitting ten years ago and got plenty of rejections. But the odd thing was that they were all personal; several suggested revisions and that I resubmit. So I was encouraged and kept going for the next seven years. Then it happened. After submitting a requested partial that I and my critique partner considered my very best work yet, I got a form rejection. I was devestated and "took a break." In truth, my fear was that I was going backward and I was too scared to face the fact. But that was then, this is now. :-) I'm writing again, and, like you, when I submit, I won't be devestated at the results, regardless. The only guaranteed, sure-fire way to NEVER be published is to NEVER submit.

Carla Swafford said...

Me? I fall flat on the ground and then roll in LAUGHTER! Why? Because "Boy, are they going to regret the opportunity of a lifetime, to miss out on the next BIG thing in publishing."

Then once I take my pills for my mental disabilities, I go back to work.

Karen Beeching said...

One thing that has really helped me with the "sting" of rejection is judging contests. Sometimes I'll follow up on a contest to find out which entries made it to the finals. A few times I've really liked an entry but later found it never finaled. It's made the sting of my own rejections a lot less because it's a reminder that much of this business is about personal taste. (And I'm happy to say an entry I really fell in love with while judging this year made it as a finalist!)

As you said, Christy ... it's growth.