And yet, I've firmly placed myself in an endeavor that will absolutely be an emotional roller coaster.
Am I masochistic? I really hope not, but in some ways yes.
See, I have this little (okay, not really so little) story I'm working on, that a little more than a month ago I cut 15,000 words from....after I had cut 10,000 over the summer. And this story won a prize in a first chapter competition in the spring, a prize which there was only one other winner in my category. And when Brodi Ashton and Lindsey Leavitt had a go at it last weekend, they didn't have one single critique. But over at GUTGAA, it didn't get one single vote.
This writing endeavor isn't for the faint of heart. I'm fully aware of that. But the people who say we just have to let rejections roll off our backs are lying too. I know that my story is good and I know that reading is subjective. But I think it is unhealthy to ignore disappointment. We need to expect it and acknowledge it. Don't give it power over us, but take that moment for reflection, for consideration, to see what it could be lacking and where improvement can be made.
And then, just like a roller coaster needs more energy to get up the first (horrific) climb, we use that as our motivation, as the energy to get us over the first really big hill. Because roller coasters, once they make it over the first one, get to use inertia to help with the rest.
How do you deal with the inevitable disappointment? And, more importantly, if I got passed on by four judges, doesn't that count as four no's and get me closer to my first rejection dinner?