Yesterday, November the 14th, I got yet ANOTHER rejection letter from a publishing company. If you include agencies and publishing companies, I think this is my 33rd rejection. Give or take a few.
Every time I send out a letter or email, I'm sending out all my hopes and dreams of doing what I love and getting paid for it. Yet after all the hoping, dreaming, praying (even sometimes fasting), the wicked monster called rejection rears its nasty head.
You'd think I'd get used to this by now.
I took this one kind of hard. So after I picked myself up, I decided there was one thing left to do.
I took the letter to the Chili Cookoff and burned it.
I know this won't help my chances for success.
But it was so nice to watch the stupid thing burn.
Some of you may gasp. Some of you may be thinking, Wait! Don't you want to keep it for posterity when your book is finally published and becomes a huge hit and you can wave the infernal letter in the misguided faces of the people who were dumb enough to tell you 'no'?
Answer: Don't worry. I've still got it.