The Deadliest of Games is still making the rounds. I got another rejection this morning.
Rejection is difficult and something you must expect when submitting to markets. It doesn’t mean that someone at some magazine or journal won’t find the story “fits” their publication. So, you keep trying. The novelette went back out within a couple of hours, again, to another market. Like taking off a bandage from a wound. Pull it quickly and with conviction. The pain only last for a moment.
But, that doesn’t help with the waiting. That’s what I have to do now. Wait. While the work gets examined, judged, evaluated and either rejected (again) or accepted. There is pain in the waiting, and that is the long, creeping, aching pain of anticipation. In comparison, rejection seems insignificant to the waiting.
So, I work on something else.