I received my first rejection letter last Friday. When I noticed my writing on the self addressed stamped envelope, my heart sped up. The envelope was thick and that made me start to shake. Is it possible that I would be published this quickly? But then I opened the envelope and saw this:
Behind the letter was my story (hence the thickness). Instead of being deflated, I was happy for a few reasons. One, the letter said AUTHOR. They called me an AUTHOR. I may not be a published one yet, but a successful publishing house called me an AUTHOR. That fills me with such pride. Two, I received a rejection letter because I had the balls to mail them my story. And three: this letter just fueled my determination to become published. I didn’t expect to get a letter proclaiming I would be published this early in the game. Which means it will be that much sweeter when I am.