rejection_collection nr who's got the most? 220202 ... nr a cross-section reflection on dejection at lack of affection 220202 ... unhinged the vast bill of my writing on red and blue 220202 ... unhinged bulk 220202 ... tender_square when i was nineteen, i wanted to go to school to be an actor. when i was rejected from the program, i decided i wouldn’t try for it again, which was for the best, because i didn’t think i could handle a life of being told “no.” ten years later, my dream of wanting to write since i was a kid wouldn’t allow me to ignore it anymore. what i was trying to avoid was what i was required to turn toward. sylvia plath said, “i love my rejection slips. they show me i try.” what i take from that statement is our perceived failures are just as important as our successes—they shape us, they test us, they show us what we really care about. since 2016, i have been rejected from more than seventy-five literary journals and contests, though that number would be greater if i had submitted at a higher clip. i used to cry with every rejection slip received; now, a rejection barely registers—i log it in my submission spreadsheet and i move on. i know i will find the journals that appreciate my work, and i know when editors encourage me to try again, they mean it. rejection is par for the course when you're taking risks. 220203 what's it to you? who go blather from