It’s called the sting of rejection for a reason. It hurts. no matter how many acceptances a writer gets, I think a rejection still stings. I don’t think the cure is about being more thick skinned (some people are and some are not, I am the latter), I think it stings because as writers, we put ourselves out there, exposing the innerworkings of our minds at times and to have someone say, “no,” is hard. It’s like giving birth. I labored over this poem or story and then gave birth to the finished product sending it out into the world, into a publishers hands and it came back void. It’s like someone calling your baby ugly. Now what?

Now, we grieve for a little while, over this ugly baby, but then, we must move on. Afterall, if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, someone else may read my baby and find it to be beautiful.

That’s the cool thing about writing, some of it may actually be garbage, but one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. So, here I am, rejection letter in hand, ready to give it another go.