Form rejections never feel good. They just don't. That letter in your inbox is the same one they send to the hack who can't string a cogent sentence together...and yes, there is always the temptation to draw conclusions based on that sad fact.
It's a very strange trip, this writing stuff. The range of emotions really is incredible. Form rejections are about as cold as it gets, and they leave you feeling bad about your story, and probably yourself, while personal rejections can run the gamut of disappointing to uplifting. And acceptance is, well...
I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. Though I appreciate the well-wishes from the few friends of mine who frequent this blog, this is as much a journal of my experiences in the world of fiction as anything else, so the mere act of writing my thoughts down is enough to make me feel better, even if just a little.
Anyway, time to find a new market for "Postcards."
Oh, I'm sorry about your rejection. That's terrible. It sounds like a good story and I'm sure you'll get accepted somewhere.
ReplyDeleteI mean, the world can't hold out on your stories forever, right? They'll get published eventually. Just keep trying.