They didn't take my short story submission.
Of COURSE they didn't take it (please read 5/5/15 blog on how the acceptance rate is 2 percent, they reject good stories, etc. etc.)
Yeah, I know all that... and still it's sorta, well... painful.
It hurts to be rejected. Just flat, plain hurts. It always does, whether rejection comes from an epublisher, a "kick-ass" writing group, a he-man club, or a crying 3-year-old. Anytime someone takes a look at you and says "Nu-uh," you can't help but feel cut up a little. Unless you're a sociopath, in which case, well, you've got that going for you...
So, anyway... yeah, I knew they'd reject it, and it still sucks. But I went into it knowing it was going to hurt, and ready for the pain. Which, honestly, is like a SUPERHERO feat. Seriously. To set yourself up, knowing it's going to hurt... damn. That's strength.
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| Papercut. Looks prettier than it feels. |
It's not going to ruin my day or anything. 'Tis but a scratch to the soul. A widdle baby paper cut, if you will. Stings. I'll get over it.
One paper cut down, a hundred more to come.
As always, thanks for being here.
Enjoy,
LLH
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