Do you remember your first-ever rejection as an aspiring writer? I’d be surprised if you didn’t.
Mine was possibly the worst type of rejection — the “we’re just never going to respond to you” variety. I was 14, really into the whole Chicken Soup for the Soul genre of personal essays. I spent weeks perfecting mine. Submitting it was one of the most exciting moments of my life.
Of course, I didn’t really expect to have my essay published. (That was a first that wouldn’t happen until two years later.) But I did expect some kind of reply — even a generic “thanks, but we’ve gone with another submission” would have sufficed.
But no. I just waited for an email for a really long time, until I guess I just moved on.
Looking back, it didn’t have a huge impact on my life — it probably wasn’t even that good…
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