The
online writing community is amazing. Lately there has been a whole
new crop of writers that want to know the ins and the outs of the
business, who want validation, and who want to know how to break
through without letting a rejection or two (or ten) break their
spirit. So here's my contribution to the conversation—rejections,
acceptances, and everything in between.
The
first time a piece of mine was published, I was eight years old. I
was published again in the same publication at ten. This set the bar high for me
from the beginning. It was a
publication that didn't really exist outside of elementary school
libraries, but it did have a wide distribution to proud parents (and
a bad habit of publishing plagiarized poems that kids somehow were
able to get past the editorial staff).
My
next acceptance didn't come until my senior year of college when two
of my short scripts were accepted into a collaborative project.
Unfortunately, less scripts were needed than originally thought, so
one was dropped, but the second one was used for the project. This
happened at the same time multiple poems and short stories of mine
were being rejected by the school's undergraduate literary magazine.
A short story was accepted into a senior-level literary class project
with a small number of print copies distributed, but so was everyone
else's work from that class. It was a requirement to pass the class.
One
of my first pieces to be accepted outside of a school setting was
“Life Obscured” for the Poetry
of Yoga collection.
It was rejected twice before that. It was a great moment, but I
needed more once I got a taste of the idea that others could find my
work as interesting as I did.
As
with any part of life, there are those moments that seem unreal. I
submitted “Second Shadow” to only one literary journal, and it
was accepted. I don't know if this will ever happen again, but it's
always a shocker to get a hole in one.
Time
went by and the rejections kept rolling in. But I had a way to feed
my need for publication without all the rejection. I started using
some now-defunct websites to publish all of my lesser works, those
ones I wrote in high school or the ones that simply weren't right for
high-caliber literary snobbery you can run into in this business.
This was easy, getting by without being rejected, but there are many
pieces I've lost because I thought they would exist on the world wide
web forever.
“Tuesday
Morning Hangover” was rejected twice. “Our Conversation in the
Garden” was rejected six times before it found a home. These may
seem like small numbers, but I have a handful of works that have been
submitted and rejected a dozen times each and still haven't found the
right match for publication, but I love them, so I think the effort
is still worth it.
I
admit that at the beginning, independent publishing was just another
way of getting by that inevitable rejection. Haiku is not something
people seek out at a bookstore often, so I could justify putting
Unfolding
Life
out there on my own. So why did I continue on the independent route
for Seeing
What Develops?
I don't know if it was ego or simply the fact that I couldn't wait the
potential years it could have taken to query agents, find one that
believed in my work, then wait to see if any publisher gave it a
second glance. And if no agent was interested? I don't know if I
would have been able to write anything else for a long while.
I
thought I was getting back on track, finding a way in that wasn't
purely independent with my Kindle Worlds novellas. After all, these
works had to be accepted before being published, and they were being
published by the all-mighty Amazon. Reality set in when the first
novella was initially rejected—the only reason it didn't make the
cut was because the specific word “Callaway” was not included in
the book's description. After that, I could see through the program,
knowing that acceptance really just meant meeting word counts and
having required keywords for the synopsis. Acceptance didn't
guarantee that a real person had read it or thought that it was of a
specific caliber. It wasn't a deal breaker though, because I did
write and publish two more after that.
The
latest poetry collection probably could have been selected for
publication by a small poetry press. Although I'm the completely
biased writer of said collection, I think it was good enough. There's just something
about having total control of your own work that appeals to me. I
know there are areas of the publishing process that I could be doing
much better or be handing off to experts. What I don't like doing the
most is giving myself the time to really take a look at my options.
Out of everything I could have done differently for this collection,
the only regret was not giving myself enough time to submit
individual pieces to literary journals before I put it out there.
That
leaves me with the here and now. I'm writing more consistently, with
new pieces at least on a weekly basis. I'm riding the waves of the
submission cycles, hoping that some of my oldest pieces will
eventually be published, maybe even alongside the newer ones. I'm
finally happy with the way I react to rejections—at the beginning
of all this a rejection took me out for a week. I wouldn't write,
edit, or submit because I was too defeated by the whole process.
Eventually the gap closed. Five years ago a rejection would ruin the
day. After the writing nightmare that was 2017 where nothing seemed
to go right, a rejection may get as far as ruining my morning coffee
or my afternoon writing session, but it takes only a little time now
to recover from what is just a part of the process. A stinging one,
but only a part.
Writing,
especially the vein of creative writing, is not a straight line. Nor
should it be. It is every cliché you can think of: roller coasters,
off those beaten paths, hills and valleys, ups and downs,
vicissitudes —you get the point. It takes a suit of armor that in
every other aspect of my life I simply do not have, but when it comes
to pouring myself onto the paper, I can stand up to anyone who's bold
enough to say it's not for them and take it elsewhere. This is what
it is like to be a writer. No journey looks the same, but we all get
there eventually, wherever our “there” happens to be.
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