As a writer I thought my skin had gotten harder...at least to rejections. Especially those of the generic kind. I mean I literally have a file full of these from all different publishing houses, not to mention authorial agents.
Sure I still got glum to see that barely really signed letter each time I ripped open an envelope expecing good news. I held my own pity party for the night, then squared my shoulders the next morning. The only time I got news that hit me harder was when the publisher that offered me my first publishing contract sent me an e-mail that said they'd gone bankrupt. That was a month before my book had been scheduled for release. I remember where I was. Sitting at my desk at my full-time job and I ran to the bathroom crying. It wasn't rejection per se, but none the less it hurt like something I loved had died.
Believe me I've done my share of eloquent writing, used everything I could think of to sell myself and my work to get that "Yes!". In some ways being a writer was perfect training for my current sponsor search for a local event in my hometown. But I'm starting to get tired of opening my inbox to see messages that contain those form rejections.
I think the sadness stems from the same thing. Because my passion for my work, for my characters is so great it cuts deeper because it means that it didn't strike a chord. Of course asking for money in a down economy is bad enough. If you haven't got money, or you're playing things close to your chest, then how can you invest in someone else's vision?
If you're a regular Star-CrossedRomance blog reader, you know in my spare time I also run and participate in charity events. At present I'm putting together a walk-a-thon for my Relay for Life team. It will not only celebrate cancer survivors the day before National Suvivors Day, but also provide an active outlet to get people in the community moving. I read a 90+ page report on obesity in my county, and afterwards I can't tell you how disheartened and depressed I felt.
At that moment all I wanted to do was make a difference. That's why I decided to do a walk, and get my local gym involved. But doing an event of any size in the community means the need for additional funds. Hence my new round of heartfelt pleas to be invested in. I can't sell them a prior event since this will be my first; so I have to give them a sense of me...a sense that I will work hard, I will make this event the best it can be, and help the community too boot!
As I told one perspective sponsor my passion is great, but my purse is small. Which I think can be said for most writers :0)
With each rejection, I still get glum for a moment, then I regroup faster each time. I do have the passion to see this through. When I don't I reflect on what I've read, think of whose lives will be touched, and I have the courage to press on. Regardless of what this might sound like, I'm not an extrovert. I'm also not a social talker, but I tell myself if you want this vision to happen you have to do the hard work!
That spirit is what makes writers rise like phoenix over and over again...and what gets them published.
What's your rejection story? Do you have a funny rejection letter? One that really hurt? Share with us to exorcise those demons!