Rejection

Sorry, we have decided to reject your book proposal. It doesn't fit with the type of direction our company is going in. We wish you the best in your future endeavors.  (or something like that)

OK. I received my first rejection letter yesterday. I know. I shouldn't take it personal. But I did. I do. I guess I'm used to holding it all in and ever since I've been working for myself, I haven't had to worry about anyone else's opinion of my work in that aspect. I edit. I freelance. No one has ever told me that my work wasn't good enough or wasn't what they were looking for. In this industry, they say for writers to brace themselves more more rejection. But I've always dodged that bullet.

So, I put myself out there and decided to share my work and the answer is no. And I honestly don't know what to do with that. Then I remember why I started my company in the first place. I wanted to share my books, on my terms and have been doing so for over 10 years. 8 books later, I'm asking myself, "What happened?"

My terms became too small for my message. That's it. The entire reason why I decided to put myself out there in the first place. My intentions are stronger than my voice. I needed some help. I need some help.

So I decided that it was time to change up. Time to do things differently. Shake up the way I've been handling things. Figure some stuff out.

Maybe I'm meant to stretch my own boundaries instead of trying to be defined by others. OK.
Maybe I'm supposed to do both. Stretch my horizons and get the "powers that be" to help expand those horizons. Duh.

Now that the rant is over, it's back to the drawing board. No feeling sorry for myself. Sent the baby to Grandma's. Back to work. Solitary confinement ON!