I should be better at this by now—no, not writing… dealing with rejections.
The folder where I house them slowly grows fat. I could be depressed. Did I say ‘could’? But then out of nowhere comes the blind determination. The rejection gets shoved into the folder and dutifully recorded in the submittal spreadsheet. I’m sure this is a character builder. I’m sure this should
be a character builder. Read the newspapers and immediately I am reminded of what a real problem is. Yet it is disheartening when work you’ve spent so much time on and entered so much of yourself into should be sent back time and time again.
There are some writers who do not like to speak of this. Writers who feel it is their plight to be rejected and not paid. Well, it maybe the ‘way things are’ but that doesn’t make it feel any better. And the result is the blind determination I mentioned. This goes for all artists: the actress, the painter, the sculptor…
What a strange pursuit, the using of your mind to create. How do you know that what you have put to paper or frozen forever on canvas is right? And what are the mantras other than ‘hope’ and ‘prayer’?
be a character builder. Read the newspapers and immediately I am reminded of what a real problem is. Yet it is disheartening when work you’ve spent so much time on and entered so much of yourself into should be sent back time and time again.
There are some writers who do not like to speak of this. Writers who feel it is their plight to be rejected and not paid. Well, it maybe the ‘way things are’ but that doesn’t make it feel any better. And the result is the blind determination I mentioned. This goes for all artists: the actress, the painter, the sculptor…
What a strange pursuit, the using of your mind to create. How do you know that what you have put to paper or frozen forever on canvas is right? And what are the mantras other than ‘hope’ and ‘prayer’?