“I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don’t want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don’t want to even be myself”  (MM)


When you get your one millionth rejection slip (and it truly was just a slip in this case), you’re not supposed to feel anything.  After all, if you’ve had one million of them, surely you’ve been numbed to all rejection?  You’ve matured?  Grown up?  You’re an Adult Writer, Hardened To The Knocks Of Life?

Yes, well, fuck that, I cried.  It’s bloody raining outside and I don’t have enough money to live on and I had a fight with my (nearly) teenage daughter this morning about a goddamn umbrella, I ask you, could life be more stupid.

The Golden Age of Depressed.


About susannahjbell

I am a writer of science fiction and other strange and surreal works. I mostly write novels and the occasional novelette. My published works include A Doorway into Ultra, the Fleet Quintet and the Exodus Sequence. I live in London in an attic flat but really want to live in a tree. I wanted to be an astrophysicist but would settle for an alien abduction. I write because I don’t know what to read.
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2 Responses to Rejection

  1. yellowlancer says:

    Rejection stinks from number one right through to one million but if it ever stops hurting, start worrying because every time you send something out it’s like letting your children out to play, off to school, out into the world…and we never stop praying that life will treat them well. Your stories are your other babies and damn those bullies who reject them!
    Cry, stamp your feet, sulk, throw a really big tantrum…but don’t give up. Send it off again tomorrow and live in hope again 🙂
    Good luck!

  2. I hear you. I’ve been there. So many times.

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