I’ve been getting a lot of rejection of my professional writing by literary agents and journals. Part of my brain is belting out “Let it go! Let it go!” Another part, however, that nasty depressive part, is feeling pretty low about it.
I mean, rejection stings. More than stings. It sucks. It makes me feel talentless and insecure.
This insecurity has seeped into my blog writing as well. For example, my post the other day.
But the feedback I have received from all of you has been nothing short of amazing. So thank you. Truly, deeply thank you. I don’t want to come off as needy or approval-seeking. I hope I don’t.
What I want is to feel like what I do matters. It is one thing to say it to myself, but it’s another thing to hear and see those words from others. With the aid of your encouragement, I will stop wallowing in my dejected mess. I have already sent out more submissions, so there’s that. I will also continue being the me you have come to know. The me that is as honest and authentic as I can be.
(And Choo-choo must have been happy, as my working allowed him a ton of extra playtime before bed. Hopefully, it hasn’t turned into a late to bed, early to rise situation. Fingers crossed!)