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Stone Walls

How are you with rejection?

Inside of an Irish church
For many of us it depends on the rejection we receive. I applied for a job recently, and while I would have liked the position, I knew it was something of a long-shot. I qualified, and would have done well, but I lived far away (the job was in England, and I live in America). The rejection was expected, though it was still disappointing.

Rejection of my books hurts a bit more, but once again sometimes you know someone won't like the story. Recently, one of my extended family members purchased two of my books to support me. She told me later she didn't really like the storyline, but I was thrilled she read Azure Maris.

When you put your heart out on the line, there is always the possibility it will be stomped upon, kicked or shot. We take that risk simply by living. Though we can protect ourselves, we often realize that in protecting ourselves, we leave important parts of our life underdeveloped like love, empathy and trust.

We like to think of ourselves as unbreakable, but we can be broken easily.

For me, it depends on the situation. If the rejection is from a distance (manuscript submission for example), I can handle it fairly well. It's the continual rejections that hurt. Not the in-your-face rejection, but the subtle disinterest. It is very much like running into a stone wall repeatedly, even though you keep hoping to find the door.

When the wall arises do you stop and turn a different path, or do you keep running into it for either a door or to break it down? I don't know. I wish I did.

For now, I keep walking, and maybe climb over the wall. It's a momentary block on my path, I just have to figure out where the path is leading.



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  1. I *loved* Azure Maris, and I love Azure Lights even more! I have a Christian friend who doesn't like fantasy at all. She treats the Chronicles of Narnia and the Lord of the Rings trilogy with disdain. *GASP* I just have to mentally pat her on the head and think, "Well, bless her heart, she can't help it." ;-)

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