His phone chimed. He glanced down at the small screen showing an email from a publisher. His heart began to beat faster. He called to his wife in excitement and hope, sliding his finger across the screen to unlock it. He pulled up his email, as all the feelings of anxiety that he’d felt over the past two months seemed to crest in a giant wave, waiting to crash upon his hope. He took a deep breath, opened the email, and…
He read the same line he’d read so many times previous: “Thank you for the opportunity to read your [story]. Unfortunately, your story isn’t quite what we’re looking for right now.”
He stood, crestfallen, dealing with the same frustrating feelings he’d felt some many times previous. He highlighted the email, moved it into the rejection pile, making a mental note to email the publisher a link to when he did manage to publish his story. He would not let this hinder his pursuit of publication. He walked, resolutely to his computer and punched up the next publisher on his list.
Just got another rejection letter this past week for one of my short stories. It is frustrating, but I hope that this blog is not depressing to any of my readers. I hope that you will continue pressing on for the prize, just like I will. For those of you who are looking for the continuation of Rad the Pawn, I’m sorry but I’m having to push it off for now. I will get back to it so please keep visiting my blog.