Beware of allowing a tactless word,
a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky.
Have you read Anais Nin? I have. I've read some of her memoirs and after a while I had to stop because she just seemed so self absorbed. But she definitely lived a full life and I love anyone who holds onto life like a tenacious jackal holding tight to a rabbit's jaw.
And God bless her she was a writer. Why do any of us want to be writers? The constant rejection, the lack of profit. It's ridiculous. I think we must all be mentally ill. The fact is people don't choose to become writers. They write because they have no choice. It's like a disease, an addiction. There should be twelve-step program for us. People tell me, their voices full of pride, that their children want to be writers and I say, "I'm sorry." I pray that my children will want to be engineers or CPAs, but alas, already I see the signs: the burying of heads in books, the scribbling on paper when faced with disappointment, the preference for imaginary worlds. I blame myself. I've cursed them with my defective writerly genes.
But if one must be a writer, one must listen to Nin. Because you will be rejected. Your babies, your darlings, your beautiful words will be rejected. Often. And you must fight the temptation to let that "obliterate the whole sky." You must be like Altadena Hiker and laugh, and paste your rejection on walls -- a tribute to your "Evident merit." You must be like my friend Desiree Zamorano and you must pick up your pen and start writing. Because the brutal, horrible truth of it is that the only cure for a writer facing rejection is to start writing some more.