This is how rejection usually goes for me:
Hurt: deep and personal (me!). Reflection: long and hard (should I give in?). Reality: simple and true (I will never give in).
It is the most terrible thing. I usually find that I can’t write anything for a few days after I have been rejected. It’s a massive punch in the gut, and it takes a while to remember how to breathe.
The opposite of rejection is acceptance, and this acts like armour. The more acceptance you have, the less you are winded, the less you feel the fist of rejection. I wonder if there is a point where you feel invincible, where rejection doesn’t hurt? I doubt it. I should probably say:
We are fragile things we writers; easily broken, [handle with care].
There is hope though. An acceptance of the rejected! A magazine that only publishes a piece of writing if you can prove that it has been rejected elsewhere (Rejection Digest). What a beautiful concept, unless they reject you…*