...I got my first rejection today. I was mostly-ok with it, which was a surprise to me considering how much I've been hyping myself up about it.
I thought I'd feel like a "real author", like it was a rite of passage or something. I was even patting myself on the back for the self-command as I pressed the delete button on the email and changed the status from "Queried" to "Rejected" on querytracker.net
Then I thought about writing tonight. I wasn't planning to work on more of my Imaginary Closet stories (one of which was the rejected submission), but I had a good run yesterday on my novel and wanted to give it another full writing session.
I was almost shocked to hear my internal voice moan softly, "What's the point? No one wants what I have to offer."
I'm not big on self-pity, but it's taking a lot of my concentration just trying to block out that voice.