Date Published: 8/1/2013
Contemporary Romance
The Rollicking Bun--Home of the Epic Scone--is the center of Suzanna Wolf's life. Part tea shop, part bookstore, part home, it's everything she's ever wanted right on the Venice Beach boardwalk, including partnership with her two best friends from high school, Eric and Fernando. But with thirty-three just around the corner, suddenly Suzanna wants something more--something strictly her own. Salsa lessons, especially with a gorgeous instructor, seem like a good start--a harmless secret, and just maybe the start of a fling. But before she knows it, Suzanna is learning steps she never imagined--and dancing her way into confusion.
Guest Post
How to Avoid the Rejection Blues
Picture this: You open you email and there it is – another rejection message. Now you head down to the mailbox. Four rejection letters are nestled among the holiday catalogues. ’Tis the season to be jolly, but how do you achieve any sort of joy when it appears the entire literary world is made up of Ebenezer Scrooges, bah-huumbugging your novel?
Here’s the secret: Rejection can’t hurt you. That email message? Those letters? Think about it…your life isn’t any different than it was before you opened your mailbox. Now think about the possibility that the very next email you click on will be that long awaited “yes”. EVERYTHING changes! You now have that agent or that publishing deal. As much as they pinch, those rejections change nothing about your life. So why not risk however many rejections are coming your way? You only need ONE PERSON to say yes.
It’s a simple premise, but it’s hard to be philosophical when the rejections are rolling in. You may need to ease into the concept. Even if you accept the idea that rejection can’t hurt anything but your ego, it’s still not pleasant. I had a little trick that I used to help minimize the suspense every time I opened the mailbox - about 1/3rd“snail mail” with a request to enclose a self-addressed stamp envelope. (When you’re in the depths of self-loathing, there is nothing quite as sad as receiving a rejection -- in your own handwriting.) I sent a bright yellow self-addressed stamped envelope. When I opened the mailbox, I could tell instantly if there was a rejection letter. This made it much easier on the soul -- knowing the bad news right away rather than riffling through the mail, scrutinizing every envelope. Absorb the bad news and move on.
Rejection isn’t fun. But in the long run, it isn’t any big deal. If you can really absorb that, you’re on your way!
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