I got my first official rejection letter from a publisher on Friday. I "do not meet their acquisition needs at this time."
I thought it would sting more, really. I thought I'd be brokenhearted and downtrodden and all that polysyllabic stuff. But I'm not, really. I thought the meeting went poorly at the time; the lady was hard to read, so it felt like I rambled in an attempt to get her to react to something. Didn't work, and then I just ended up with logorrhea.
That's the technical term for "diarrhea of the mouth," if you want to add that to your vernacular. And, no, I didn't make it up.
What it really feels like is a funnel. I've been at the top of the funnel with a lot of choices (and a lot of worries to go with them). It feels like this is God pushing me down the funnel a little bit. Moving me toward where he wants me to be—where he wants me to focus. I'm OK with that. As long as I'm moving, right? Not knowing is pretty much the worst.
I've never done well with rejection, but a theater director I had in high school helped me with it. She pointed out that sometimes rejection doesn't mean you're not talented—it just means you're not what they're looking for. In theater, I'm a sidekick-type. I'm not an ingenue. Just because they don't need my type doesn't mean I wouldn't be useful elsewhere—in another show, at another theater. Or I may not fit with that director for any number of reasons. I once didn't make a show because I looked too young and they'd mostly had older people audition, so the cast was skewing older.
That's an awesome reason not to make a show.
I have to assume publishing is the same way. I just don't fit in at their publishing house, but that doesn't mean I won't be a fit elsewhere. Doesn't mean I'm lacking talent, and it doesn't mean I'll never be published. After all, I could just take matters into my own hands and make it an e-book, right? Right!
How do you deal with rejection? Assuming you've ever been rejected, that is (her voice dripping with sarcasm).
P.S. - Part of me really thinks the publishing house will just end up kicking themselves later for passing me up. Does that make me arrogant? Maybe it's just my ego trying to make me feel better.