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Rejection Slips

 

I love my rejection slips. I am going to print  and put them on a notice board in my room when I finally get around to  making my writing corner a reality. I imagine, they'll inspire me to pour my heart out and try again, because failure is not trying. 


I got a rejection slip today, an email from an online magazine I really want to be published in. It hurt more than the others, it hurt because I really, really really wanted this and I poured my heart and soul into the article I submitted. It hurts, that's what I want to get across is, the " we regret to inform you that we eventually decided against publishing it as we do not think it is suitable for our platform at this time" that, that was an arrow through my heart. What does that even mean? I've poured over the magazine, I've read every article that caught my eye, I was guided by what was published. The article I submitted was a result of the feelings some one the articles evoked in me. 

 So tell me, what do you mean Mr Editor "we do not think it is suitable for our platform at this time"  I do not understand. Do you really mean you look forward to reading from me or are you just being polite?  

I'll keep writing, keep submitting, maybe, one day soon, I'll be published again. This, right here, right now, hurts.

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  1. i feel your pain. Those rejection slips can be traumatising for days eapecially if you keep on getting them. At times you end up doubting your capabilities but like you said, i will keep on writing, keep writing even if you dont get published. Your effort will surely pay one day.

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  2. I find that a rejection at one place gives way to something better elsewhere.

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  3. Come here, girl 🤗🤗🤗

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    1. Hiding, trying to find my voice.

      Thank you for stopping by

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  4. Many articles of mine that I submit never see the light of day. Still, I write more every day and submit. Many still do appear, and that's all that counts. Soldier on, don't give up.

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  5. You are braver than I am. I took a hiatus because maybe I just am not good enough.

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