A Question of Timing – My #OvercomeRejection Post
This morning, I have the honor of sharing my words on my dear friend Shawn Smucker’s blog as part of his series, #OvercomeRejection. Shawn is one of the kindest, most heart-led writers I know, and I’m beyond blessed to call him and his family friends.
“Andi, this just doesn’t go anywhere. It doesn’t have any depth. It’s boring.”
P and I on our first day as husband and wife.
I think that’s what she said, the editor who had accepted my query about an article on international adoption, when she flat-out rejected a piece I had put months of my life into.
Months.
Her rejection of my words, my work, me. . . yep, there it was, she was rejecting me. And her rejection – justified, reasonable, true because the piece really was vapid – was just a tiny ripple that came before the big one.
My husband and I had been married for almost 3 years, and I was ready. Ready for that baby, that bundle of Guatemalan joy – the son we would name Diego.
We talked, we found an agency, we chose our country, we chose a name.
I even bought the hardware for a crib set that my father would build. Mom and I picked out fabric for the layette she’d make for his room.
Then, my husband left.
– Read more at: http://shawnsmucker.com/2014/07/09/a-question-of-timing-overcomerejection/
“Andi, this just doesn’t go anywhere. It doesn’t have any depth. It’s boring.”
I think that’s what she said, the editor who had accepted my query about an article on international adoption, when she flat-out rejected a piece I had put months of my life into.
Months.
Her rejection of my words, my work, me. . . yep, there it was, she was rejecting me. And her rejection – justified, reasonable, true because the piece really was vapid – was just a tiny ripple that came before the big one.
My husband and I had been married for almost 3 years, and I was ready. Ready for that baby, that bundle of Guatemalan joy – the son we would name Diego.
We talked, we found an agency, we chose our country, we chose a name.
I even bought the hardware for a crib set that my father would build. Mom and I picked out fabric for the layette she’d make for his room.
Then, my husband left.
– See more at: http://shawnsmucker.com/2014/07/09/a-question-of-timing-overcomerejection/#sthash.oObMWilJ.dpuf
“Andi, this just doesn’t go anywhere. It doesn’t have any depth. It’s boring.”
I think that’s what she said, the editor who had accepted my query about an article on international adoption, when she flat-out rejected a piece I had put months of my life into.
Months.
Her rejection of my words, my work, me. . . yep, there it was, she was rejecting me. And her rejection – justified, reasonable, true because the piece really was vapid – was just a tiny ripple that came before the big one.
My husband and I had been married for almost 3 years, and I was ready. Ready for that baby, that bundle of Guatemalan joy – the son we would name Diego.
We talked, we found an agency, we chose our country, we chose a name.
I even bought the hardware for a crib set that my father would build. Mom and I picked out fabric for the layette she’d make for his room.
Then, my husband left.
– See more at: http://shawnsmucker.com/2014/07/09/a-question-of-timing-overcomerejection/#sthash.oObMWilJ.dpuf