My writer’s group just came back from a conference in Dallas. It was a great time to get away – WARMTH, SUNSHINE, BLUE SKIES – and talk writing with other writers. Not all writer’s conferences are the same and this one was definitely different from those I’ve attended before. Some awesome sessions but the networking opportunities were more limited than we like. I’m glad I went because we all came back energized.
Of course, we needed it because most of us returned to rejections in our in boxes. Sigh. What do we do with rejections? Some people stuff pillows with them. Some line their pets cages with them. Some frame them or have binders for them. I’m far too right-brained for those organizational forms. I have no idea where most of mine are. A file here or there. I’ve kept track of them on a query tracker but the rejections themselves, not so much. I’ve even lost the nice ones. Shame that.
Problem is, if we place too much emphasis on the rejections they can overwhelm and cause despair. At our group we congratulate each other on them. It’s one rejection closer to that acceptance, right? It can be hard to keep going. However, I read all the time about people who collect hundreds of them before they get that acceptance. The important point is they did get an acceptance. So, the rejection arrives, and I wallow in self-pity for a bit. Then, I send it out again.
What do you do with your rejections? Feed them to the neighbor’s dog? Recycle?