This evening while working on getting some poems sent out, I had a tiny revelation: the way I feel about rejection slips is pretty much exactly the same way I feel when one of my cats yarfs up a big old hairball. It's not particularly fun, and I have a moment of thinking "well crap," but it certainly isn't going to ruin my day or anything. You just clean up the hairball, send the poems somewhere else, and get on with your life. :)
Sunday, June 03, 2007
The hairball theory of rejection slips
This evening while working on getting some poems sent out, I had a tiny revelation: the way I feel about rejection slips is pretty much exactly the same way I feel when one of my cats yarfs up a big old hairball. It's not particularly fun, and I have a moment of thinking "well crap," but it certainly isn't going to ruin my day or anything. You just clean up the hairball, send the poems somewhere else, and get on with your life. :)
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You should save the hairballs and send them back to the editors who rejected you. ;-)
Collin: Ha! I don't think my cats yarf often enough for that many editors, unfortunately. ;)
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