[WARNING: Although this post contains no animated GIFs, it does contain a healthy sprinkling of something called humor.]
Thirty-seven minus thirty-three, that is.
My talented writer pal Aeryn Rudel is far better than I at keeping pace in the blogosphere. Frankly, I don’t know how he does it and still has time to crank out story after story after story, but I digress…
I love following Aeryn’s journey toward acceptance, peppered (natch) with the inevitable thirty-seven flavors of rejection, sometimes because the vicarious feeling of pain soothes me. There is no schadenfreude here, only a comfort that comes from reminding myself I’m not the only writer in the world whose work gets the big fat thumbs-down. I swear publishers and editors and agents are polypollical beings. All of them.
Today, friends and readers, I’d like to share not thirty-seven, but four, rejection flavors that almost always make me want to pull a Mel-Gibson-in-Lethal-Weapon-(the first one), grab the first multi-thumbed person I can find, and leap off a building with him. Or her. Or her thumbs.
As always, I mean that in the nicest of ways.
My four featured flavors, in order of insanity-producing intensity, taste like this: Continue reading