Like many
writers out there, I’ve been sending my work to a large number of publishers.
Almost all the time I get no response, which eventually comes to mean that I
have been rejected. But then, one day, I got a rejection letter. Initially I felt
huge sense of disappointment. However, as that emotion started to fade, it was
replaced with a sense of relief. I didn’t need to wait any longer. I re-read
the rejection letter and realised they addressed the character in my story and
not the story. It was kind of sweet. I was compelled the send a thank you
letter, but I didn’t want it to be another envelope, another letter, another
batch of reading material. So, I sent the publisher a postcard to thank them.
Now that I have done that, I worry they might think I’m insane or making fun of
the rejection. If it’s insane to want peace of mind, knowing the truth which
can be disappointing, than I am insane. I’ll plead guilty to that even though I
do not agree. I think it is very sane to want to trade peace of mind and disappointment
with wait, anxiety and false hope. Which also means that I am not making fun of
the rejection. I sincerely thank them for the time and effort. It really did
mean a lot to me.
