For my first blog post I wasn’t planning on writing about rejections, but since I received one this morning I felt I should go with it. The image above came from a picture book- Pug Man’s 3 Wishes, by Sebastian Meschenmoser. It reflects my feelings on rejections, so here it goes-
Rejections are like the dregs left in the bottom of your mug. You’ve savored your cup of coffee, just as you savored creating your writing, and you’ve sent your completed manuscript out into the world, just as your hopeful thoughts of acceptance emails ripple outward while you’re enjoying said cup of coffee.
And you’re fully aware that the occurrence of a rejection is altogether possible and quite probable, as everyone has different tastes and the publishing world is the pent-ultimate of subjectivity, but you’re optimistically expectant that your work would be welcomed into the literary world with open arms, or even a thumbs up.
And what do you get, well quite often- nothing but a mouthful of grounds, that depending on your company you either spit back into your cup or discreetly into a napkin.
Now that being said, there are levels to rejections. Level one- a form letter letting you know your not fit for their list (which could mean they didn’t make it past your first two sentences). Level two- a form letter but personalized with your name and maybe even a real signature (they made it through the first page). Level three-a personalized rejection that might include specifics about your writing or even dare we say- a compliment (they read the whole thing).
Now I have received all three types and I may sound like I’m pessimistic, or that I think rejections are bad, but truly I’m not and I do not feel that way. After a bit of a sulk, rejections make you go back to the drawing board to rework your piece and hone your craft and have another cup of coffee.