Rejecting Rejection

Life is funny sometimes. I planned out my blog posts at the beginning of January, and for today I wrote:

Life Update
-What’s going on in life (EG Update?)
-Talk about experiencing rejection

I think initially I just wanted to throw down a couple ideas because I was already running out of them (planning blog posts is not my favorite thing, surprisingly), but little did I know those words would mean so much more.

I applied to the Elizabeth George Grant for New Writers (that’s the EG Update reference above) last June. Since, I’ve made it to the second round, have spoken with some lady in their office, emailed with Elizabeth George herself (I assume it was her, anyway), and have waited patiently for the snail mail process they insist on using. You could ask for any amount of money through this grant, though of course you have to show writing samples and defend your request for x number of dollars.

pexels-photo-209641Remember when you applied for college (or watched nearly any movie where the character applies for college), and you knew before you opened the envelope if you got in or not? Skinny envelope equaled rejection, fat envelope equaled acceptance.

Last Friday I got a skinny envelope.

To say I was crushed would be an understatement. After I cried for an unseemly amount of time, I remember laying on the floor, staring at the wall while my dog snuck kisses in an attempt to cheer me up.

I’ll be honest, I thought I was going to get it. If not the “it” I requested, at least some of it. I mean, I at least assumed I’d make the $25 back I spent applying to the competition.

But alas, the $25 and who knows how much I spent in postage was never to be repaid.

If you’ve ever experienced rejection as a writer, you know how crippling it can be. While the letter or email or phone call may just be a simple “no,” writers hear

You aren’t good enough. black-and-white-person-woman-girl

You’re not right for this.

Do something else with your time.

Or much worse.

I know all that and more ran through my head Friday evening.

But then my husband reminded me of something. Sometimes the plan we make is not the story that’s being written. Don’t get me wrong, I would have LOVED having graduate school paid for. I mean seriously, no debt? Yes, please!

When I write a story, my goal is to make my character’s desires as hard to achieve as possible. What is a story without conflict? What is life without a little rejection? You have to experience the downs in order to appreciate the ups.

And boy did I have an up today.

It was a small up to most people, but huge to me.

I’ve been emailing my professors (I just finished graduate school you guys!) for letters of recommendation, when I received a response from my favorite professor to date. In short, his words were that I beat him to the punch. He had already written me a letter of recommendation before I even asked and said that he is sure I will find success in both writing and teaching.

I think my heart exploded in that moment.

I did not receive a glowing email from Elizabeth George asking me how many zeros to put on my check. I did not make back my $25 and change. I did not get to write an overly excited blog post to you all about how they renamed the Elizabeth George Grant after me.

But what I do have is a champion in my corner. I have people who believe in me. I have people who know without a doubt that I am a writer, grant money or not.

I can’t tell you how important it is to reject rejection. Maybe the rejection leads you to revision, and that’s totally cool. It’s quite normal, actually. Rejecting rejection is not allowing it to keep you on the floor, paralyzed while your dog licks your face. Rejecting rejection is saying “Okay, thank you for your time,” picking up your things, and moving on.

Because no one can stop you but you.

~Tay

 

5 thoughts on “Rejecting Rejection”

  1. I remember back when I was querying my first manuscript, I had read so much on writers’ forums about rejection that I told myself I was prepared. I knew there was no way I would not get rejection letters. But, deeper down, I secretly thought that maybe I’d be one of those writers that made it right away. Because before you try, you just don’t know!

    Of course, I got rejected. And I took it like a champ until my first rejection on a partial. Then I cried.

    But, of course, if you can get back up and keep on going, then you’re getting a whole lot closer to becoming not just a writer, but a good writer. Glad to see you kept on moving forward!

    Thank you for the post!

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    1. Oh I know that feeling so well. I was querying with a middle-grade fantasy that in reality was nowhere near ready, and when I finally had two requests from attending a writer’s conference (best way to get your foot in the door, in my opinion) I thought I had it in the bag. Needless to say when I got their rejections I blubbered like a baby. It was all the more awkward because I was in the middle of NYC with a friend and her mom on a road trip, and her mom thought I had lost my mind haha.

      Looking back I see that particularly story wasn’t quite right yet (I’ve been tinkering with the idea of turning it YA, but I haven’t brought myself to commit to that yet), and part of me is glad for the rejections. Still, I just wish they didn’t have to hurt so bad!

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      1. Oh, I feel you there! Also blubbered to my mom, who was alarmed and lost for words. That manuscript was a YA that an agent suggested I change into MG. One day, I may commit to that as well.

        And I went to my first conference last year–you’re absolutely right. I learned so, so much. It’s where I got encouraged to start my blog! Going to try one of the bigger ones this year (my stomach flipped with nerves and excitement just thinking about it–first stop: SF Writer’s Conference)!

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