Earlier this week I received a form rejection from an anthology submission.
I hate form rejections. They are cold, cold bastards. Even though I had some reservations about the publisher, and wondered if my piece was right (it obviously wasn’t), a form rejection still stings. It also stings because I’ve had a string of personal rejections, which meant I was headed in the right direction. So a form rejection after that – ouch.
But I decided to turn it around and submitted that same story to two new markets already, both of which are a much better fit.
Get knocked down, get back up.