So yesterday I got my first rejection letter, via email (oh, how the times have changed). With this carefully worded form-letter rejection, I would like to announce that I’ve grasped the magic sword (or poisoned chalice) and I have anointed myself ‘writer’. Officially.
Curious about what a rejection letter looks like? Here’s the first specimen (of many, no doubt) that I will put under the microscope for your perusal:
Short and Twisted
Quite polite. To be honest, I’m not sure which bullet point of rejection my story was slain under–probably ‘similar theme’, since it appears, as my dear friend KC advised me (only this morning!), that perhaps my story was a “twice told tale”–but it doesn’t really matter. I figure you can’t really consider yourself a writer until you’ve been rejected.
So while I did take a brief moment to wallow in self-pity/question my talent/psychoanalyse myself , I soon realised that actually this rejection is pretty cool.
My writing is out in the world. Cool.