I’m not going to lie…rejection hurts! Sometimes it hurts bone deep, no matter how much you prepare yourself for it.

Oh, I know, I should be used to it by now. First of all, I’m a girl. I’ve been rejected in my life. And I’m a writer, and hell, rejection just comes with the territory. Writers are supposed to expect it. A lot. And then expect more after that. We’re supposed to just keep on plugging along. Forget the heartbreak…the feelings of inferiority…and just soldier on, right? Well, it’s not really all that easy.

I knew I would be rejected by some, if not all, but I had read an article by a literary agent reassuring new writers that a rejection doesn’t mean they don’t like me…it just means they don’t like my writing. Or something to that effect.

Well, I hate to break it to you…but I have put my entire self into my writing.  I have stayed up so late that it was already early by the time I went to bed, just to wake up a few hours later to start the cycle over again.  I have sacrificed my health, my sanity, and my marriage to write.  I AM my writing.  So if you don’t like my writing…you don’t like me. 

And I’m OK with that, mostly.  It has taken me a long time to accept the fact that some people are just not meant to like me. 

But that doesn’t mean someone else won’t fall in love with me at first read. 

Didn’t someone say something about kissing a whole lot of frogs before finding a prince? Well, sign me up for the kissing booth, because I’m ready to find myself an agent!

Right after I eat a gallon of Ben and Jerry’s and cry myself to sleep.

Until the next time…I’ll be checking my email with a box of tissues!