I had another post I was working on, but the mail brought in a rejection. I ceased to be real interested in anything to do with writing, big surprise :(
It is hardly my first rejection, but it is my first rejection based on a full. However, as painful as it is, it isn't my most painful. I'm not sure if that is good or bad. Have I become jaded enough that I don't feel the same passion? Shouldn't I be throwing myself around blubbering and looking for chocolate?
It wasn't a bad rejection, the agent said she liked it, liked the characters and thought there was lots of chemistry. She just didn't think it was strong enough for the market. My first reaction was to toss out my pc, my laptop, all of my writing books, etc. etc. and give up writing. But it only lasted a second. The feeling used to last a whole day when I first started. As the rejections mount up, the less connected I feel. My writing has become something seperate from myself. Maybe it is a defense mechanism.
I'm sure we all feel some level of utter despair when that SASE comes back with a simple letter. Have your feelings changed over the years with the various rejections?