There is no zing in my step today. All positivity drained from my system on reading one email that stated, ‘good, but it’s not quite right for us’.
I know it’s to be expected. I understand that every writer goes through this. I am trying not to take it personally. Wow, it hurts though, like jamming a finger in the car door. I feel sad. Embarrassed and ashamed. As if I didn’t have the right to hold the dream in the first place.
But you know what? I’m not giving up. It’s back to the drawing board: re-writing, editing, seeking feedback, learning from other writers. I’m allowing myself this one day to wallow, to feel the pain, to mourn for what might have been. And tomorrow, I’ll get back up again.