I hate em. I feel sick when I get one. I always did, and always will.
However, I have had to learn to cope. This morning I was leaving a message on a friend's blog, after she had posted her real hurt at seeing a piece of work she knew was good rejected at some comp or other.
I said I was sorry to hear that, but I was GLAD. Part of the learning curve. learn to cope and move on up.
I have to really battle with rejection in this writing stuff, but also every day stuff. (I have yet to meet an adopted adult who copes well with it). And the only way to learn to cope is to expose yourself to it frequently.
So am I just woffling, or what?
Nope. Look at my poetry. Started writing this a few months back. And was pleased/astounded/worried in equal measure to see how pieces were being accepted. All online... but still.
So what did I do? I sent four pieces to the most prestigious place in the poetry world, sat back and waited.
TO BE REJECTED. C'mon, I'm a beginner at this stuff. To sit back and bask, which so many writers do, is just dangerous.
That reject is pinned up on my wall. A form reject, not even a line saying there was a glimmer....brilliant. Just what I needed.
I'm graduating to rejects from print poetry mags in the UK next... watch this space.