Let’s face it, with the exception of physical violence nothing sucks more than being rejected.
Matters of the heart are the worst, of course, but rejection can take many forms. Say, for example, an e-mail from a publisher who feels your work is “not what we’re looking for at this time.”
If it isn’t obvious by now I’ll spell it out for you: The Hook recently received his first “cyber-thrashing” from a publisher. And it was glorious! There is nothing I enjoy more than coming home after a long day of serving ungrateful douchebags only to find a message from an acquisitions editor waiting in my junk folder.
Why do middle-management drones all utilize the same language? I refuse to believe this… let’s be generous and use the term “person” was ignorant of the mental sting their “form e-mail” would inflict upon me. The blame falls on my shoulders, I suppose; I was foolish enough to submit my work to a publisher who feels the world needs more novels about supernatural romance.
This is a dark age for non-fiction writers, my friends. If your work doesn’t contain a young, nubile female who longs to offer up her virginity to a creature of the night, you’ll find yourself spit upon, through the magic of the Internet, of course.
Publishers don’t want human-interest stories anymore. They want a series about heroine who finds herself torn between a hunky vampire who will violate her nine ways to Sunday and eventually rip her throat out and a werewolf who will hump her leg before violating her nine ways to Sunday and ripping her throat out.
You know, good old-fashioned romance.
But wait, I forgot the best part! My cyber beating ended with an oldie but a goodie: “I wish you all the best!”
No one, and I mean no one, in the history of that phrase has genuinely wished the other person well! You’re rejecting them! Why on Earth would you wish them well?
If you cared for their well being you wouldn’t have beat them down in the first place!
This entire debacle was not without merit though; it has served to remind me just why I chose to self-publish in the first place. And so I say to my fellow authors who have yet to achieve their dream, don’t let rejection get you down! Don’t be sad – get mad! I mean really mad!
Your anger will give way to ambition; you’ll be motivated to do whatever it takes to prove the bastard who sent you that rejection “letter” wrong and from that blind ambition will come success.
Then again, what do I know? Apparently I suck.