Please don’t wince. You may expect a briny, venom-drenched letter layered with defensive, caustic, cussy language. What I intend to do is thank you. Oh, sure, some of your letters made me full body hug the berber (the carpet, not the peoples of North Africa). And yes, Kleenex and Ghirardelli stock spikes in direct correspondence to your correspondence, but when I awake from my chocolate-induced coma, I am genuinely grateful for the work you do. Honest.
Thank you for telling me no when I sent you a manuscript that was greener than Kermit’s backside. I cross-my-heart thought it was perfect when I sent it to you. I was anxious and naïve.
Thank you for the times you took a few moments to offer feedback, an explanation or an invitation to submit again. I know you’re the definition of busy, so your extra effort meant a lot, especially when it probably caused you to shortchange your lunch break, or worse, your sleep.
Thank you for looking out for your readers. I know you have to be ultra selective. Children deserve the best. That’s what I want to give them, but if what I sent falls short, thanks for being honest instead of settling.
Thank you for upholding high standards and expecting writers like me to rise to them. You make us wrestle with our words, use our noodles, elongate our imaginations and demand more from ourselves.
In the end, what makes a book valuable is not the paper it’s printed on, but the thousands of hours of work by dozens of people who are dedicated to creating the best possible reading experience for you. ~ John Green
These are wise words. Recently, I looked back at a very old manuscript and wondered how I could have considered submitting it. Recently, I read a book that needed editing, and I complained. You’re absolutely right and your attitude will lead you to success.
I look forward to celebrating success for both of us, my friend. ❤
What a nice way to look at rejections!
I’ve had plenty of practice. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by Frog on a Dime, Juliana. Happy first day of summer to you!
So true. Thanks for “full body hug the berber.”
Ah, yes. Those were the times the socks were drooping pretty low!
Well said Vicky!
Thank you for stopping by, Lauri. I enjoy reading your blog too!