Another First; or, Rejection
I have big news. Really big. My writer friends will get this better than some other readers, although I'm sure you can imagine and relate in some way.
I sent out my first ever query letters this week. (Well, all e-queries, actually, but a body's gotta keep up with the times.)
Also, I got my first ever rejection today.
Normal writers are disheartened, upset, discouraged, etc. by the first rejection. Not me.
The entire publishing world will tell you that rejections aren't always a bad thing. Sometimes your writing needs more work, or the agency/publisher can't take on new clients right now, or your genre/word count/writing style isn't a good fit for that agency/publisher. In my case, two and possibly three of the above apply. There's also the fact that I know of zero authors who were accepted before they were rejected. Plus the fact that I was practically expecting to be rejected my first try. But none of that's the point.
My first official rejection makes me feel like a real, official writer. No longer am I a wanna-be. I'm still unpublished and very, very young and inexperienced in this publishing world. But I'm not standing outside the window, gathering my courage to knock on the door. No, *I* am now standing in the entryway, just waiting for God to usher me down the hallway that He has prepared for me.