Rejection. Even the word is negative. Reject. The one you throw in the rubbish. Everyone will or has at some time felt the sting of its tail. Whether it be a lover, a friend or a stranger, it hurts. I’ve had my fair share and mostly in the love department. A reject of love. Then there is the kind you have to face as a writer; agents, publishers, readers, basically, anyone who says no.

It is hard to not take it personally no matter the situation. If someone is saying ah... no don’t think so, how else are you to take it?

Learning how to cope is the biggest test. When the sting hangs around and the hurt remains. The answer could well be to be less sensitive. But sensitivity isn’t something that has an off switch, so this is when inner fortitude or determination should come into play. Guess it all comes back to belief and doubt. Is your glass half empty for full?

Should one seek reassurance from others or should it be more of a question of doing it alone. Does this then mean that rejection is about lack of reassurance? If you are assured would rejection then be easier, more like a nip rather than a bite. Depends on the nip.

So I, in the face of rejection, must find the strength, shake off my fears and roar, I am... no I won’t do it.