I think a couple of pieces of mine that were rejected two months ago weren’t that strong anyway. A rejection confirmed my sneaking suspicion that something wasn’t quite right about the submission. As I was about to submit the pieces, they weren’t as good as they should have been. So, why did I submit the pieces? Simply because one tries to see the pieces find a publisher, so one submits, one hopes, one tries in the end, no matter what it may sound like. In the moment, it’s good enough.
Rejection seldom takes a writer well, but taking it on the chin can be enlightening. Personally, I would like to see all of my articles etc. published. But this is unrealistic. One, my article may be inappropriate for the readers although on its own merits stands. Two, not everything of mine should be published. Why? Simply because some of my pieces may be better than the others. So, when something is rejected, it’s not as good as the other pieces.
This week: The beginning of the week started with a rejection slip. Enough said, but it started the week with a bang. Then, it got quiet because I’m in a phase of writing that is quietly pondering. So while I blog a film review, a poem here or there, other things are on my radar that I’m silently working on slowly but surely. The quiet voice of the “muse” as they call inspiration stirs in the sounds of silence.
Yesterday I wanted to try something different, in terms of submitting to a publisher, who has accepted two, but also rejected quite a few other submissions of mine. But I recalled today that the publisher had told me a little while ago that they wanted submissions based on the harder passages. Only those passages. Let me keep on going with that then…
Despite the rejections (aw shucks) of the fiction and poetry, I must love blogging and have a hunger for projects of writing.
A project I have gone headlong into means I am approaching the appropriate personnel–to see if they know of any stories about their people.