Last week I couldn’t bring myself to write. This week I’m making up for it with revisions galore. I knew I wouldn’t be out of the game long. But I’ve got an extra spring in my pen.
A couple days ago I got some serious feedback from an agent on a story. And by serious, I don’t mean an offer. I mean constructive feedback. A lot of it. Some of it was hard to read, but I agreed with many of the comments.
Solid critiques always knock me down a few steps. I love that.
As a writer, you work at a piece for a while. You have others critique it. You revise it. Critique, revise. Critique, revise. Then you’re happy enough with it. Heck, you may even think it’s good.
So you send it to agents and/or editors hungry for the next best thing. You might not be that, but you think you’ve written a damn good manuscript. Who WOULDN’T love it, right?
BOOM. Rejections galore. Both silent and written. That cozy little perch of yours is swiftly pulled out from under your eager writer feet.
Rejections are hard and, at times, heartbreaking. It’s not personal, but when you spend long nights with your stories, you can’t help but feel the person on the other side of the computer has stabbed your hands with red pen.
But honestly, rejections mean you’re getting somewhere. To me, they signal that I’m getting closer to my goal of being a published author.
Even if I receive negative feedback, someone saw enough potential to want to help me improve. Though their kind words form a “no,” I read “try again.”
And so I will.