So, for my very first post for the Insecure Writers Support Group, I figured I might as well write about that rejection email I just got. (I’ll write about it in more detail for day “N” of the A to Z Blog Challenge, but it’s worth mentioning now since it’s fresh).
I submitted my first manuscript to three different publishers about a month ago and just received my first rejection a few days ago. And I’m totally fine! (I’m sure you can just hear the high-pitched, neurotic voice squeezing out those words.) Honestly, though, it sucked. Really sucked. I knew it would happen. I knew trying to publish would not be some little fairy tale where a publishing godmother would call me up and said “We love you!” But I wasn’t sure exactly how I would take it. I mean, I do have severe major depressive disorder and three different anxiety disorders. I’m not exactly emotionally stable all of the time (ok, about half the time).
I think I went through the stages of grief within the past week. This is about how it went:
- I misread the email, right?
- You idiot, of course they wouldn’t like you? Why would they? It’s worthless. I’m worthless.
- Those jerks! They didn’t even take the whole manuscript. How could they judge it on just 5,000 words.
- I never should have tried. This was stupid. Why did I bother. I want wine.
- I can get through this. It’s just one out of three.
- Okay, so why didn’t they like it? Maybe we just aren’t a good fit. Is it absolutely terrible? Re-read. No, it’s not terrible. Maybe there’s hope.
- Okay. One turned me down. It’s not the end of the world. Let’s hear from the other two and find others to submit to.
That was my week. Today, I reached that seventh stage and started looking at publishers again. I am determined that this work has some value, and I want to share it with the world. So I am persevering, or, as I like to say, I will prevail. Giving up after one no would be a terrible mistake, I feel. Besides, doesn’t having a rejection letter under my belt make me even more of a writer now? Just one more thing I have in common with my favorite authors!
So how about you? How did you respond when you received your “no” – did you cry or scream or just shrug it off? How did you move forward?