The first time I had a piece of writing rejected (which was the first time I sent a piece of writing out), I called the first writer I had ever met (my mom, Hindi Brooks) to deliver the bad news.
“I got my first rejection,” I said. “They’re not going to publish my story.”
“Congratulations,” my mom said to me. “Now you’re a real writer!”
A ray of sun broke through the dark cloud hanging over my head, and I stood a little taller.
I tucked that one into my belt and sent out another story.
Thanks, Mom. You helped me weather the storm of rejection that every writer must walk through on their way to getting published.