small writerly grumble
Sep. 4th, 2004 10:50 amBah.
Two rejections in two days.
You know, it is true what they say about familiarity breeding contempt. I'm annoyed by this concatenation, but nothing stronger than that. It doesn't bother me. The days of being desolated by each and every rejection seem to be mercifully in the past.
Of course (pause while Truepenny does the math), these are my 127th and 128th rejections, respectively, in not quite four years. Which works out to (pause while Truepenny does more math) thirty-two rejections a year, or not quite three a month. In the same length of time I've made (pause for still more math) thirteen sales, all clustered in the last two years. That's a batting average of .102.
I'd better either be a pitcher or Rafael Belliard.
Except of course that that's not how it works. Unlike in baseball, the number of times I step up to the plate and strike out doesn't matter. They're just how I pay my dues. And I think I've finally got my head wrapped around that.
Two rejections in two days.
You know, it is true what they say about familiarity breeding contempt. I'm annoyed by this concatenation, but nothing stronger than that. It doesn't bother me. The days of being desolated by each and every rejection seem to be mercifully in the past.
Of course (pause while Truepenny does the math), these are my 127th and 128th rejections, respectively, in not quite four years. Which works out to (pause while Truepenny does more math) thirty-two rejections a year, or not quite three a month. In the same length of time I've made (pause for still more math) thirteen sales, all clustered in the last two years. That's a batting average of .102.
I'd better either be a pitcher or Rafael Belliard.
Except of course that that's not how it works. Unlike in baseball, the number of times I step up to the plate and strike out doesn't matter. They're just how I pay my dues. And I think I've finally got my head wrapped around that.