Five years ago a rejection meant stomping feet, pulled hair, flying word bombs and falling tears. In other words – a full-on hissy-fit tantrum.
But that was then, this is now.
I’ll admit there was a pity party and pout – but it was momentary. Because instead of washing my hands of the entire idea I re-read the editor’s email and found a glimmer of hope. And so I refused to accept defeat. Reading in between the lines I sensed the editor was rooting for me. When I re-read my submission I realized her criticism was spot-on (of course it was – she’s the editor!). Yes, the story needed fleshing out. What I’d written was good, but anecdotal. I needed evidence to support my story.
But I had to ask myself: if I swallowed my pride and crawled back to the drawing board, would the second round of effort be worth it?
I didn’t ask myself twice. The answer was a no-brainer.
I contacted the editor, told her what my plans were to improve the article and asked if I could re-submit for the summer issue.
She said “yes.”
So I’ve learned what a writer does. She doesn’t feel sorry for herself when she’s rejected. She keeps an
open mind and takes an objective look at her work and the criticism it has received. And then she makes it right.
Re-submitting the work does not guarantee acceptance. But it demonstrates (to me at least) that I’m not one for giving up on the first try. Not anymore.
281 Word/20 minutes/a bit of fiddling