I know rejection is part of writing, and most days it doesn’t bother me much. Getting shortlisted is pretty flattering, albeit tantalizing, so when a story I had really high hopes for was rejected this weekend after being held for three months, I was disappointed.
I’m not depressed, or wallowing in self-loathing, or really anything serious. I just feel like I should be able to say out loud: Darn, thought I had it. I’m a little bummed.
So, back to it.
picture credit: Jonathan J Bohndus