A week from tomorrow is the big day. I know we have already established that there is no such thing as the big day since the book has been available online and even at some bookstores, but I already deep into this count. It calms me down, I guess. And I don't even know why I'm so nervous because it is what it is. It is the opposite of rejection, which is acceptance. But that's hard too. Why? I don't know. I'm just reporting on my experience. I couldn't find anything much on why acceptance is such a bitch, but maybe one of you mice will write about it and send me a link. I could use some enlightenment. In the meantime, here is some reading and experiential healing on rejection, should you be so inclined:
1 comment:
This blog is like a god-send.
Can I use this space to voice out some of my pain and frustration?
I was just rejected by two different magazines the same time due to a massive screw-up involving an online submission manager. In short, there was confusion about simultaneous submissions.
The rejection was brutal and heart-breaking making me feel like I may have blacklisted myself at both these magazines.
Why are editors so brutal?
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