I am writing this for anyone who considers themselves an artist and has the glamourous job of creating something, submitting it and waiting for the inevitable words:
Sorry not for us
___ (*NOT YOU*) won the You are a Writing God Fellowship.
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No matter what it says, you hear the same thing. “You: no good. Stop now.”
Reflections of/the way rejection used to be
The first rejection slip I ever received came before I ever submitted anything, in the form of cruel words from others. Girls iced me out of the cool cliques. Boys I liked who didn’t like me and made it a point to announce it. Teachers who ignored me. Thankfully, my childhood happened well before the internet because I am quite if cyber bullying existed, it would have pushed me into crazy territory.
Getting bullied isn’t a rite of passage. It’s crowdsourced abuse.
For a long time, I feared rejection so much, all of my writing resided in my notebook or my mind. I lived inside my own head, scared to make a squeak. No standing and delivering for me; I curled up and withdrew. Continue reading