Several years ago I wrote a 60,000 word story, King Topher vs. The Legions of Forlgonaka, and I got a great many rejections from agents and publishers alike. Nobody wanted it.
While this was depressing, it was far from devastating. I knew the first day of my first professional writing class this was likely to happen. What was most irritating were my friends and family who suggested I was a fool for having hope that my stories would be successful someday.
Though daunted by these influences and other life events, I eventually got back to work on several new projects. Most of my time has been dedicated to a series of science fiction short stories I call Odd Space. I just got my first rejection letter today from a sci-fi magazine I'd hoped would publish the first of the series (I understand the purpose of form letters, but they're still annoying).
It wasn't quite as bothersome being rejected again. I suppose I've gotten used to it, or rather more used to it. I also suspect this while I was contemplating my submission. Though I believe I could argue that my story was what they wanted it was clear they wanted a little more on new and useful technology in their publications, where as my story focused more on humanity in the future.
I could quit. Stop wasting my time writing and focus on nursing or IT, two carriers that are actually making money today, but. . . like so many have said: I am a fool.
Time to prepare my submission for another magazine, hopefully I'll have a better report in a few weeks.
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