I will say one requirement for writing is having thick skin. I have never been rejected as many times in my entire life as I have been in the last 6 months.
I didn’t mind the first rejection one bit; it meant that I was a real writer. The first ten rejections weren’t so bad either. I just kept telling myself that J.K. Rowling had twelve rejections, I would cry when rejection #13 rolled in. I didn’t. I just quit counting. I’m keeping all of the rejection slips to count them when I do finally get published.
I’m not sure what’s worse: rejections or being ignored. At least when I get a rejection, I know that someone, theoretically, has taken the time to read it. When the response time wears on, with no answer, it leads me to wonder if they even got it. Most of the submission guidelines are quite clear: don’t contact us, if we like what we read, we’ll be in touch. So I’m afraid to follow-up with any of them. When a few weeks go by, I add them to the rejection pile.
If I would have had this many rejections or this lack of interest when I was dating, I’d have given up a long time ago, if not for the unwavering support of my family and friends. I’m not sure what it is about writing that keeps me putting myself out there, only to meet with rejection and disapproval yet again. Oh, yeah, that’s right: I have a great story to tell!
I guess that’s what keeps all writers going, a great story that the world deserves to read. Until I get that all important acceptance letter, I guess I’ll just keep trudging along, submitting my manuscript to everyone who might be interested, and stop counting the rejections all the way. If you have any ways of dealing with rejections, please, please, PLEASE let me know!