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November 15, 2012 / bpeveril

An Old Friend

I got a rejection letter the other day. I’ve always had a problem with self promotion, and getting my stuff out there to be seen. I spent a long time not worrying about submissions at all, focusing instead just on getting work done (and finding a day job), but recently I’ve been getting back into it. I’d almost forgotten what it’s like, sending out a piece you like and getting a flippant missive from some stranger shooting it down.

It’s hard. It’s hard not taking it personally, it’s hard not responding with with a three thousand word string of profanity, not bad mouthing everyone involved to anyone who will listen, not crossing that option off of your list of possible markets. You don’t do any of that stuff, though. You just put it in the pile with all of the others, you pretend that it bounced off of your armour, you pick up your pen, and you keep going. You’re not going to prove them wrong, you’re just going to keep doing it, for the same reasons you were doing it in the first place, even when it’s hard.

That’s what being creative is like, I guess.

Fuck rejections, though.

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