Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Rejection!

It was a piece of paper. A piece of paper. And yet it held such power, such weight, such a determining factor in Lily’s life. Well...didn't it?

Rejection.

The sound of it reverberated like a verdict barked in a courtroom. And yet - the reverberations did not shock Lily. Rather, they bounced like little balls of putty going boing! boing! boing! up and down Lily's insides, tickling her rather. She felt empowered. She was rejected. What a wonderful feeling! She laughed gaily, a soaring pleasantness rising within her. All writers get rejected! You're not a real writer if you don't have a pile of rejections behind you before you get that first breakthrough acceptance!

Lily felt like a real writer now. Rejection did not mean she had to hide forever, never show another soul her piece of writing. It meant she got to send her writing somewhere else now; she could give herself more opportunities! This was only rejection #2. She was certain there would be many more - and she welcomed them openly! Giddily! For with each rejection, she knew she was ever closer to acceptance.

"I'm a real writer," she smiled. "My rejection collection is only beginning."

Discouraged?

No way!

Bring them on!

One day someone will recognize her potential and the others will be eating their socks.

:D

1 comment:

הצעיר שלמה בן רפאל לבית שריקי ס"ט said...

I think it's safe to suppose that Lilly's experiences here are not that different from your own. I think this might help me conceptualize the process of fiction writing a little more (it's always been way beyond me), that in it's simplest form, fiction is just replacing the word "me" with a name, and perhaps building up from there..