Some writers complain about reject letters as a commonplace event.
Perhaps I should qualify that statement. In the movies, fictitious characters who are writers complain endlessly about getting reject letters. They also complain about ‘my agent’ – getting one of those is as tricky as navigating your way around Europe with a Tom-Tom that speaks only Italian (and I don’t).
The truth is this: if you get a reject letter, count yourself lucky.
Until recently all my submissions have been sucked into a giant black hole in the cyberspace of publishing, never to be seen or heard from again. Some don’t even bother sending a one-line email to acknowledge the thousands of hours you slaved over the incubation and birth of your little piece of joy.
A couple of months ago I actually received my very first real live reject letter.
It was so beautiful that I nearly wept. I’m serious. Someone actually took the time to write a NICE letter of support and encouragement. I’m sure everyone who submitted got the same one, but for a moment it made me believe that my writing isn’t total crap.
I’ll share the best part with you:
“Our editors thought highly of your piece. Unfortunately, however, the overwhelming number of submissions we have received has presented us with some difficult decisions to make in terms of compiling a long-list for the judges; ultimately this means that many high-quality pieces such as yours must regrettably be turned down.”
Now, isn’t that nice?