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I want to talk about rejections.
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They come at you no matter where you are in life. Sometimes they feel like bee stings. Harsh at first and continually hurting through the day. Maybe longer, maybe shorter, depending on how thick your skin is. Unfortunately, mine never has been.
Recently, the mentees were announced for amm, an amazing program. I remember applying last year and being so so hopeful. It felt like my one shot for success. I applied with a story I loved, I received interest, and everything felt so right.
And then I didn’t get in.
And then I didn’t get in.
It was gutting, but it made me look at my story again. It introduced me to a new friend who’s an amazing critique partner. And it made me work harder than ever, because while maybe the rejection of not being chosen still stung, I knew this story was something worth fighting for.
It took months of editing and me applying to another program. This was the fifth program I applied to. I got chosen for RevPit, and some pretty amazing things fell into place after that. I ripped up my story. I signed with a super awesome agent. I made more writer friends!
So yeah, rejection stings. A lot. And sometimes that closed door feels like the only one we’ll ever see. But houses have lots of doors, and I think something important to keep in mind is that the right ones will open at the right moment.
So if you get a rejection or something doesn’t go as planned, maybe that’s just not your door. And that’s okay. Sit with the sting, but keep trying. One will swing open eventually.
