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Why I keep on writing...
We can plaster all the failure-is-an-opportunity-to-grow, God-has-a-plan quotes we want over beautiful images and pin to our heart's delight. We can rally around each other, cup our hands around our laugh lines and shout out loud, "You are talented! Don't let this get you down!" We can share scriptures and prayers and inspiration, pick-me-ups and promises, but at the end of the day? Disappointment and rejection still feel like, well, disappointment and rejection.
It is no secret to (most) writers that not everyone, everywhere, all the time will like their style or "get" their voice. Every post won't go viral and every book proposal won't be accepted. The world spins and ideas come and go and even some great ones slip by without anyone noticing. It can feel like a merry-go-round of madness, all this typing away on a keyboard and sending your words into the unknown, only to feel overlooked and not-quite-good-enough. It can depress, overwhelm, and discourage even the most seasoned writers.
Because my story sisters make me crazy brave, I've submitted more guest posts in the past few months than in the entire first 3 years of faith in between combined. Guess how many have been accepted.
And it doesn't matter how gracious the response, rejection and disappointment still feel like, well rejection and disappointment. No matter how I prepare myself or how much I believe in the inherent value of the words submitted, opening an e-mail and reading the familiar words, "Thank you, but" will never feel good.
I keep on writing. Because rejection and disappointment are terrible, awful, no good, very bad feelings, but they are inescapable for anyone who wants to actually be alive, to create and risk and dream and move in the direction of their calling or passion or whatever you want to name that stirring within you that just.won't.quit.
I keep on writing because, like my beautiful friend Nicole says, this world might eat me alive, and I hope it does.
At least that will mean I was living.