We are almost half-way through the year and I still have a long way to go before I hit 100 rejections. For those keeping track, as of June 5th, I’ve made 35 submissions. A whopping two pitches have been accepted–stay tuned for publication dates–and 15 have been rejected.
I could let this get me down. After all, my work has been rejected by 88% of the editors who’ve responded to me this year. 88%! There are days when I wonder why I am doing this. But then I remember these words from Sylvia Plath:
“I love my rejection slips. They show me I try”.
And so, I keep trying. I check my inbox eagerly, awaiting good news (or bad) from the 51% of editors who have yet to weigh in on my submissions; I write new work and edit the old; and I keep submitting poetry and prose over the transom and into slush piles. The year is still young–and I have 85 more rejections to collect. Are you with me?
(Pssst. Rejection got you down? Check out these quotes from writers who’ve been there.)