I was thinking about making a YouTube about rejection and film people as they receive bad news, like getting rejected by an agent, or getting publisher’s rejections, or not getting on The Colbert Report, or not winning the National Book Award. Then there’s all kinds of other rejection: looking at yourself in the mirror, standing on the scale, having a door not held for you, no sweet smile from the cashier. What does it look getting passed over, pissed on, forgotten, dumped. Let’s just be friends. Not my cup of gumbo. The good part about being a writer, if there is a good part, is that for the most part your rejection is somewhat private. At least that’s how I feel. The dark circus is mostly in my head. Forgot to chalk my palms.
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