I’ve been thinking a lot about rejection. It’s something all artists experience. I’m glad, in a way, to have experienced it. I don’t mean to say that it has been easy to feel unloved or unwanted, certainly disembodied from my own confidence as a writer, but to have experienced rejection means to understand humanness, what it means to feel, and this is something we all can own. We feel. Emotion is our middle name. We suffer. And the more we recognize that we suffer the more I think it is important to think of ways to shift suffering into a positive experience. I’m not saying this is easy, or to be taken lightly, but thinking that we’re suffering causes even more suffering, because when we think, we create. If we recognize that making art, as with anything in life, creates suffering, then perhaps we should think about how we can find something positive from a seemingly negative situation. My work has been rejected so many times I’ve lost count. All artists will tell you the same. But then why do we continue? We continue because there’s something we want to say. I don’t take rejection personally. I might on occasion get mad, yes, but I think of rejection now as a way to toss out old thinking and come up with a new way of thinking and a new way of trying to write. I use rejection as a spring board to expand myself. Sure, one person might like what another doesn’t, and I could continue for years to keep submitting things that aren’t accepted, but I’m shifting out of stubbornness and into freedom to write anew!