Writer, Editor, Designer

Hey kids,

This is the close-but-no-cigar, always-a-bridesmaid-never-a-bride post.

I’ve gotten really nice personal rejections from places like ZYZZYVA and I just received a tiered rejection from The New Yorker, which I was overjoyed about when one considers that they don’t even respond to something like 70-80% of their slushpile submissions. I’ve been a semi-finalist for three major contests. Slowly, my publication and accolade list is less and less resembling the wastelands outside Night Vale.

Of course, this is balanced against the dozens of nearly wordless form rejections. But nevermind those. They’re not the ones that throw me off my game.

Emily Hahn smoking a cigar in 1964.

Emily Hahn smoking a cigar in 1964.

It’s the almosts. It’s the 300+ day rejections that made it through three reads and onto the final editor’s desk. It’s those yellow envelopes and emails that come with a hint of cigar smoke and no cigar.

I know it shouldn’t matter, that those should be the ones that make me think, YES, I’ve got this, and push harder. But they’re not. They’re the ones that make me think that maybe I’m not actually good enough at all.

I think of it as smart kid syndrome. You can coast for a really long time with minimal work by just being smart. Writing is the first thing that I’ve really applied myself to long after it stopped being easy, long after I had to put in actual work to be good. And for that effort to feel wasted, to still not be good enough, that’s the hammer.

The best description of writer’s block I’ve ever heard came from Dan Harmon who said all it is is the gap between how good you are and how good you want to be and the only way to bridge that gap is to prove yourself right. You’re a shit writer and you’ll never be amazing. Prove it. Write shitty. Because writing shitty is the only way you get to where you want to be.

And I have to remind myself of that every time one of those close calls come rolling in. Because they’re the reminder of that gap, of how much more work I need to put in to build that bridge. Because no one’s wandering around handing out cigars. You have to make those fuckers by hand out in the hot sun.

So hey, let’s get rolling.



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  1. July 30, 2015

    This sounds an awful lot like the grant rejection process for me. I’ve had a couple of proposals right on the nose, and those were so much harder to deal with because they were so close. They were the ones that made me feel like I wasn’t ever going to make it.

    I just want it to work once. Then I’ll know it’s worth it to keep slogging on. Until I have faith that the system can work, the uncertainty can be devastating.

  2. kdrose1 #
    July 31, 2015

    Didn’t even know you were on wordpress!

    • July 31, 2015

      For a couple years, but I didn’t really start using it regularly until my first publication in February!

  3. August 1, 2015

    This is what concerns me now that I’ve gotten back into serious poetry writing and submission. That and the twisted logic telling me that form rejections are proof that I’m no good.

    • August 7, 2015

      Yeah, you have to eat that up and learn to like it. (See my other post about how rejection rewires the brain.) Rejection means you’re a writer. And if you’re regularly submitting and have over a 1% acceptance rate, you’re doing well.

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