A Whyohwhy Day

Do you ever have one of those days where you wonder why you keep trying? Where, just a day previous, you were convinced you were somehow worthy and now today you’re just not so sure? Yeah, well… I got another rejection today, one I’d been waiting on for 5+ months. And my writers conference fantasy is shot because I waited too long. It’s just one of those days.

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  1. Sure I have one of those days. It’s called a weekday for me, or a weekend. Basically, I doubt myself every day. At least you finished something. I have a few stalled submissions under my belt and a very slow moving work in progress novel.

    I hope you feel better tomorrow.

  2. At least you’re submitting stuff, which is more than what I’m doing. I’m having a whyohwhy week, so you’re not alone. I hope the day looks up soon. These rejections are paving the way to the big success.

  3. I just read through a round of advice from some lesser-known authors, some who’d worked on their MS for seven or ten years before “making it”: Keep writing. Keep on truckin’. Keep it up. Keep at it. Keep going. Keep breathing. And keep your sanity.

    I don’t know if it was reading these bits of advice all in one sitting, but they did lift my spirits a bit. And if you know that you have talent—and you do—and have good stories to tell—and of course you do—then yeah, keep on truckin’ (my favorite “keep”).

  4. I’m with Helen…focus on the fact that you are submitting. I haven’t written anything new in ages, and it STINKS.

    I may have said this before, but I got over the rejection thing when I started sending multiple pieces on multiple submissions. I kept a log of what I sent, to whom and when. That way, if one person rejected me, then I always had another iron in the fire. And things got accepted, too.

    If, in the unlikely event a story got accept simultaneously, then I felt like I would just deal with it when it happened. (It never did. If it did, I think the ecstacy over the story’s success would trump guilt/problems over a dual acceptance!)

    And, this stuff is SOOOO subjective. A rejection doesn’t mean your story isn’t good.

  5. All grist for the mill. Now you can write that depressed character … Oh, lucky you.

    More happily, though … I got rejected by 31 agents. The 32nd, one one of the ‘biggest’ in the bunch, accepted me.

    Then he didn’t sell my book. Then he didn’t sell my second book. I’d -already- quit my day job. I was no longer young. This stuff is okay when you’re in your twenties, but in mid-30s you start to wonder. I applied for a job as an overnight security guard. I didn’t get the job.

    The agent told me I oughtta try my hand at another genre. He said he thought there was a window, there. I’m not a fast writer. In nine months of obsessive work, I finished the third draft.

    Still not very good. Another three months of rewrites. Turned out pretty good. First publisher rejected the thing with zeal.

    Second publisher bought it. Two book contract. More money even than security guards make!

    Your day will come.

    (Oh, and here’s the afterword: PW gave me a -scathing- review. )

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