She wandered around
Searching for a pupil the other teachers
She asked the previous student to find their classmate.
They always refused.
Following a schedule that was now inaccurate
She passed rooms of pupils
Who stared out and laughed behind their hands
Or gawked scornfully.
Lost is the epitome
Of what she felt.
She knew they all talked behind her back.
She could see it in the way
Other adults stared at her -
As if she had a rare fatal disease.
In the lessons, students kept
Their mouths shut obstinately
And didn’t do a thing she said.
She was too young;
Something funny about her.
What on earth was she doing there?
Never did anything wrong, she thought.
Just tried to do my job.
“Thank you for your email. We are finding it difficult to sell fantasy at the moment so we have decided not to make an offer on this one.”
Yes, that was the sort of thing I heard for two years. At first sight, you think – well, that’s actually not too bad. At least they’re not saying they wish your book would hide under a rock for one million years, or something like that. But it got to me after a while: two years of consistently hearing publishers saying ‘no’ and not much else besides. How did I know what to improve on? Why were they all rejecting me? Was there really someone out there – someone – who was going to take me on?
Here’s an article on http://writersanctuary.net regarding rejection. Writing it out helped me realise that being rejected over and over is actually not a hopeless affair. There so much that writers can do in today’s climate. As usual, the message is: never give up.
Maybe you’re having a tough time writing. Or maybe you’ve finished writing your novel, and you’re not sure what to do. There’s this horrible apathy or despair that’s settled over you as you realise: “I have no idea what to do with this”.
I hope that the following article on my official Writer Support site will help you kick your door of opportunity open. Don’t wait till it comes knocking. You might find yourself retired before that happens. Pursue your chances; work for every success. Your journey starts today.
The reason I write
Is that it feels like
Boiling a pot
Letting out the steam when it’s hot;
Attacking the flower bed
With a sharp spade head;
Riding a moose
And communing with a goose;
But first smashing the wicket;
Skipping the country;
Climbing a gum tree;
And in short being everywhere and nowhere,
Being all or nothing
And expressing each good thing
Without strain of convention
But with every good intention.