I’m actually surprised it took this long. I’ve been writing for a while now, and I’ve read more essays and chapters on rejection in writing than I care to recount. I’ve always known it’s part of the territory, that not many people will enjoy my writing, not many journals or places will agree when I say a story is done. Anyway, I received this email today and felt, for the first time, my stomach drop in disappointment:
Thank you for trusting [journal name] with your work for our first fiction contest. Unfortunately, it has not been chosen as a finalist. We wish you the best of luck in placing it elsewhere, and thank you again for considering [journal name] as a venue for publication. Without quality submissions such as yours, our journal would not exist.
I have a story due to my writing group, uh, last night, but I’m feeling a little under the weather when it comes to creating or finishing something new. I’m hoping plowing through Anne Roiphe’s memoir will help spark something that rejection can’t squelch.
Don’t let me feel so alone here: What’s your biggest rejection so far?