Last night I got a rejection letter from the Ontario Arts Council. I applied for one of their $12,000 grants. I did not get one of their $12,000 grants. Apply. Reject. Apply. Reject. The back and forth, back and forth of my writing life is almost soothing.
I'm fine with this particular rejection because A) I'm used to* the feeling and B) because I did my last revision after I applied. You see, I've learned that doing revisions is great not just for the state of my book but for making excuses, too. Here's what I mean: "I got rejected. Again? Yes, again. But the manuscript I sent them was old anyways, so it doesn't count. Oh yeah, my book is SO much better now." You get the idea.
Now, who's up for some spelunking?
P.S. - Thanks, Matt!