In the span of 2 days I received 2 rejections.
In my youth I would have been devastated. I used to keep a box of my rejection letters in a cigar box. They were a mish mash of items. Mostly from graduate schools and gallery exhibits. I have since burned them all (I really don't think it's healthy to keep that sort of thing)
One of the current rejections came by email. I was enquiring about joining am artist's group in a town not too far away. "Too many people involved." How can that be?
The other came by post and I already knew for months about it(it was a hunch really). I had entered a monologue contest for the local library. The subject was to write about a disaster, real or imaginary. I wrote about a woman who escapes a zombie attack. It was very funny. Maybe I'll post it.
I'm not giving up, it's really about being an outsider and having to find a new way.