Thursday, October 10, 2013
On Birthdays and Rejections
So yesterday was my 24th birthday. It was also the day I got my first rejection letter.
As a writer, I know that I am bound to get more rejections, that this is just the first of many. That rationale did not stop me from feeling desperately disappointed. In many ways it was a trauma. This was an agent that I'd met in person, who'd heard my book win 1st place, and with whom I'd felt the possibility of a connection. And after all that, she still didn't like my book.
So what did I do? I cried and called my mother. Then I sent out five more queries.
It's okay to feel sad. It's okay to be disappointed, but it's not okay to quit. I am a writer and, one day, I will be published. That's all there is to it.
I've got a long list of agents to query and I've got another book in the works. I'm going to keep writing and keep working and I am going to have a career.
I knew that the business side of being a writer was going to be hard and it is. And I don't like it. But that's part of what being a professional is. Doing the job completely, even the parts you hate. Because writing isn't just a hobby for me. It's what I do. What I want to spend the rest of my life doing, because in the end, the good parts - the stories, the language, the people - completely outweigh the bad.
So go ahead and cry. Then get back to work.