There is something amazing about a rejection letter that accuses a story of being both well-written and an enjoyable read.
Rejections are great. Really! For me. At this point and time in my writing career.
This is in large part due to the fact that I can count the number of rejection letters on one hand. With fingers left over. The problem is that I don’t often get around to submitting stories. I’ll procrastinate, or the story won’t be ready, or any number of other reasons and excuses — sadly, most of them are legitimate.
But this time, the story was ready. It just wasn’t as strong as some of the other submissions, and there were very few slots to fill. The editor didn’t have to say anything, beyond the fact that she chose not to buy it. That she did is amazing.
Any rejection letter is still proof that I sent something out, that I’m moving forward and actually accomplishing things.
Speaking of which, you’ll have to excuse me; I have a novel to re-write.