No, it’s not Sunday. Anywhere. But, here I am on Monday, putting my derriere in my chair to force myself to find something to write about. Sunday Style fits the bill, so we’re going to forget formalities this week. Sunday-ish Style it is.
If you didn’t already think I was off my rocker writing a post titled Sunday on a Monday, the phrase, “encouraged by rejections” probably has you either doubled over in laughter or shaking your head in concern for my well-being. But never fear. I have had a realization about rejections. Here’s why.
I just spotted a call for submissions on Literary Mama for writer moms who are working moms. Interesting! I clicked to find out more only to realize that I pitched an essay for this anthology about a year ago. The editor liked my pitch but then when I sent my essay she wrote back asking about another piece I had and asked if it was available. Unfortunately, that piece is fiction. Dagnabit. Never heard from her again (REJECTION).
Last week I sent off an article that I was really proud of, on the topic of parents and the impact of their “screen time” on their kids. I woke up the next morning, eager to check the e-mails that I knew would be, by now, piling up in my box. I received one response from a list of ahem, many, many editors. (REJECTION).
Finally, I realized I never heard back from an editor who sent an encouraging response about an article I submitted early this year. (REJECTION) But, I took the leap and sent a foll0w-up e-mail to her. Worst case? She deletes it without a second glance. Best case? She reads it and is reminded of my powerful prose and I land my biggest publication yet. (I vote for Option B, thankyouverymuch.)
How on earth can I say that theses experiences are encouraging? They all mean that I’ve been writing. That I’ve been submitting and that I’ve had responses from editors. And, they all mean that I have opportunities to grow.
Best of all? I realized that after the initial downer moment of these rejections, I had moved on. Forgotten about them completely. This is huge! In the past I would still be shoving pints of Ben & Jerry’s down in order to try and feel better about the rejections.
If anything, I think these rejections could be a good sign. Don’t “famous writers” often talk about the boxes full of rejection letters that sit in their garage/basement/attic? I’ve just added three to my box and it feels great.