...and I didn't make the cut.
Not going to lie, I am very disappointed. I know what I said yesterday, and believe me, I've already read it over at least 5 times now. And I still believe every word I said. I didn't fail. But rejection isn't easy either.
The results in previous years had been posted at 9am PST, so I figured I had a couple more hours of anxious waiting until I found out. But crazy me, I had to check the moment I got into work at 9am EST, and sure enough, the results were up.
Fortunately, one of the other girls I work with stopped at Krispy Kreme this morning, so maybe I'll ditch the ice cream for doughnuts, and I'll at least try to not cry or get weepy until after I'm home tonight.
I meant what I said though. I knew my manuscript wasn't perfect, and I've been itching to work on it again. And now I have that chance. So I'm going to edit it, fix what parts need fixing, rewrite the scenes that need it and I'll go from there. I will submit to a publishing house and I will keep trying. All it takes is one yes, and I will find it.
I believe in my story, in my characters, and in my writing. One rejection or elimination doesn't change that.