I recently submitted a short story for consideration for an anthology. It was and is the second properly revised and completed (or as completed as I can get it at this early stage in my writing career) piece I have ever written. I submitted the other one to a competition earlier this year. Anyway both of these short stories were unsuccessful, or as I like to put it, earth shattering failures of immense proportions. I'm fine really.
Anyway, after a little sulking, I've decided it's just one more rejection on the way to WORLD DOMINATION!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!! or acceptance. No writer (that I no of) has had their very first piece of work accepted, published and become epically popular, and so meh, those two rejections just make me more like them, it makes me more of a writer than I was before them and without them and probably many more I will probably never be successful. I need those rejections, I'm going to welcome them and all there little brothers and sisters with open arms and one day I'll be welcoming something quite different... I hope.
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