Dealing With Writing Rejection

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…this being why writing rejection sucks.

They’ll get theirs. And by theirs I mean more submissions from ME.

I used to get so upset about rejections.

Honestly, I’d read the emails and cry. And now it’s just really that I kind of feel sorry for people who reject my work. They don’t know what they’re missing. Well, scratch that, they do know what they’re missing, but it’s their own fault for missing it. I USED TO RESPECT YOU, MAGAZINE THAT I’M NOT NAMING.


Sometimes your stories or poems or whatever it is that you’re submitting doesn’t get accepted because it’s too long or too short or doesn’t hang well with the pieces the editors have already chosen. By ‘sometimes’ I mean ‘a lot of the time’, as far as serious writing is concerned.

It’s not that I get angry instead of upset nowadays about rejection of my writing – yes, there’s a little bit of anger but it’s more in a ‘climbing back on the horse, screw this I’m not dead yet’ kind of way rather than a ‘I’ll torch your offices don’t you know who I am’ kind of way.

Two points:

  1. It’s important for a writer to have an ego, because after all, nobody else is going to love your work for you. I’d be amazing if I actually…tried properly (I keep getting distracted. You might’ve noticed)
  2. While having an ego is great, it’s also important to not be a self-important, arrogant douchebag, Mr Martin McDonagh*. You see this time and time again, especially in stereotypical depictions of writers, but let me tell you, the depictions sometimes ring depressingly true


I would like to dedicate this post to my friend Mike. Until recently he was labouring under the delusion that if your stuff is rejected, the publishers hate you personally and the world just will never understand you or your work. I tough-loved him. This one’s for you, Mike. 

So what do you need to remember always? Anger, Angst, Acceptance, Resignation = Publishing.

Thanks for reading, and as always, if you have any comments please leave them in the section below!



* he insulted me once in a Galway theatre and then backpedaled.

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