In the past two weeks, I’ve hit some writing milestones.
I submitted my first piece for publication on October 31. I’ve been writing stories for as long as I’ve been able to string words together but despite positive feedback, I’d never submitted my work.
As a result of that first submission, I’ve also received my first rejection. And I’m so happy about it that I can’t even imagine how it will feel to someday get a yes. (Bonus: They let me know within 10 days of my submission.)
That’s part of why I feel so good about the rejection. If you don’t submit, you never have to hear a no – but there’s also absolutely no chance of ever hearing yes.
Mur Lafferty often discusses this idea on her podcast, You Should Be Writing. She feels rejections should be celebrated because they’re proof that you’re a working writer. Writers we all consider very successful have piles of rejection letters over the course of their careers – why should we be any different?
I’ve never been so happy to be rejected before. And I don’t expect to feel this good about future rejections because I’m sure the novelty wears off quickly. At some point, I’ll start to feel each rejection as a soul-crushing judgment of my mediocrity. But for now, I’ll accept the no with a smile and move on to the next submission.