Rejection: Just Say No (When I Strike Out I Ain’t a Bum)
As writers, we all get rejections. Ain’t writing just a microcosm of life? We all get rejected at one time or another. Maybe something is wrong with me, or I’m just so old it is hard to hurt my feelings, but I never take it too personal. In baseball if you bat .100 you’re a bum, but as writer that makes you a star. I have to admit rejection does bother me more for my young friends out there though, especially if people are harsh or cold.
One of my writer pals in Newfoundland got a rejection letter and posted her feelings on the subject on her blog. I sent this comment to her post to cheer her up. If Steven King can start out with a stack of ’em on a spike by his bedside, me and Val can be every bit as as good as him. We ain’t nothing but human, and as they say in the sports world, ‘We all put our pants on one leg at a time.” (I don’t know whether the lady writers say that or not.)
My pal Val liked the comment, and I thought I ought to circulate it some more, so I posted it today. I’ll title the response to her post ‘Rejection: Just Say No.”
“Tell them you have it on good authority that in real life Charlie Brown married the little red-haired girl, owned a string of franchise hamburger joints in the Southeast, had a net worth of twelve million dollars, and was a successful writer under a pen name. They had six beautiful children and seventeen lovely grandchildren.
Lucy ran a high-falluting publishing company, only took on material she deemed ‘Literary fiction of publishable quality,’ went broke, and never had sex. So there.”
I always did think Lucy was sorta cranky.
Okay, so I was in a whimsical mood. I gotta go see a bunch of sick folks in the AM and figure out some way to help them. Art is the only way I know how to deal with it all. Maybe I won’t get on base 90% of the time, but just ’cause I strike out a lot doesn’t make me a bum. I gotta play, and write too. It keeps me, my readers, and my patients happy. Who’d want to see (or read) an old doctor who was a grump?