There is something Therapeutic about red ink.
It means there is a process.
Yes. This is a VERY rough draft of one of my stories, but the fact the primary story is on paper is only step one.
The red ink has somehow made me feel better today.
I opened my email and found a few more rejection letters, and of course I went into the spiral of am I good enough, maybe even though I feel whole and love writing, maybe I’m just not good enough to be published. Yadda Yadda Yadda. (I’m not hating on the agents that passed on my project. Obviously, you didn’t think it was your thing. That is ok. 🙂 )
I’m beginning to think that my email carrier is holding on to them and delivering them all at once. Oh look, here is another one. Let’s hold on to it until I have a few more and we will just dump a bunch of them on her all at once. MUUUAHAHHHHHHHHHAHAHHAHA!
UGG!!! Seriously?! MUST VENT!
Of course I vented to my Mommy ( because my Mommy is totally awesome ), and of course being the totally awesome Mommy she is, she just told me that basically I just haven’t found the right agent yet. She’s right of course. Why are Mother’s always right about these things?
So I dove into editing, which has made me feel better and rejuvenated. Seeing the red ink is very therapeutic to me today.
What do you do when you receive rejection letters? What do you do to make yourself feel better about it?