I have a fine collection of rejections. I consider them a sign of accomplishment: I have written, I have made the effort to submit, I have learned. Some of my rejection are heartbreakingly encouraging, eg “”such a fine book should first be published as a hardback. Then we could obtain paperback rights.”
by Tonya R. Moore
Rejection bites. That’s the plain and simple truth.
You pour your heart into a story and revise the heck out of it. Then you submit/query and repeat until hopefully, someone finally thinks that you have something worth publishing.
Unless you’re some sort of literary genius whose work always gets accepted on the very first submission, it can become quite a discouraging process.
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