Rejection stings. As if anyone who survived middle school needs to be told…
Rationally I understand I’m going to have to kiss a lot of frogs before finding my (publishing) prince, but it’s still a drag when someone says “thanks but no thanks” to the story I spent nearly two years crafting. It’s awfully hard not to take it personally, to start questioning my work as well as my dream. Just remember, I tell myself, NO story appeals to everyone. You just need to knock on the right door, find the right person. It’s true, I know, but patience is not one of my virtues.
So on I trudge, doing my best to keep chin up, spirits high, and optimism flowing. Someone will like this book of mine!
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