Today, I learned something invaluable to my career as a writer – how to take rejection. I expected to be so greatly offended that I would want to pull a J.D. Salinger and go into reclusion. But I didn’t. I wanted to for about a minute and forty five seconds… until I composed myself and realized that all of this I have created, I have produced, I have established. Writing isn’t what I do, but rather a part of who I am.
Regardless of the context, rejection is never an easy pill to swallow. I’m certain I’ll see a lot more of it in the future, not because I lack the ability or the talent, but because I offer something that is out of the realm of the expected. That is a rationale that I can live with…