You: So, let me guess, you finally heard from the magazines you submitted work to earlier this year?
You: Hmm. Judging from the fact that you’re not hyperventilating in excitement, I take it the news is not good?
You: Wait, the news is good?
You: Uh-huh…can you dig a little deeper in your vast repertoire of the English language? It would make this conversation go a little faster.
Me: *sighs again* I submitted a short story and a poem to two different magazines. They were small magazines, but I thought it would be a good start, you know? Get my work published, build a Writer’s Resume, that sort of thing.
You: Right, and what did the magazines say?
Me: …Rejected. Both of them.
You: Oh Jade, I’m sorry, but they’re only two magazines in a gigantic ocean of publishing opportunities.
Me: I know, but it still…I mean, I thought I prepared myself for the rejection, but it still…hurts. And I couldn’t help but wonder if my work was as good as I thought it was.
You: Jade, you can’t define your worth based on the opinions of two people, or two magazines. Eventually, you’ll find people who read your work and feel every word of it. Aren’t those the types of people you want to have publish your work anyway? Isn’t that the kind of audience, the kind of market you want to have?
Me: Yes, of course, but there’s no market for a writer who can’t get published.
You: Wrong. There’s no market for a writer who gives up.