I woke up, checked my email, still heavy-eyed, to another rejection for a short story I submitted to a lit mag I have published with in the past. I was upset, didn’t know what I could be doing wrong (this isn’t the first rejection). This is becoming a recurring thing. I know there are some great writers out there, past and present, each having dealt with the aching and wrenching feelings of rejection, but I don’t know what to do. What’s sad about it–the story I have published with this particular mag was shit, in my opinion, and needed more work done. I did that work, made it better, and now I wonder if I were to submit to today–would they publish is? Would they run it? I’m not sure they would. I feel I am a better writer today. I feel like my prose is more compelling today. I feel I have evolved since that ragged story years ago, but again I’m thinking, what could I be doing wrong? I have to admit, I think about quitting, or have thought about quitting after receiving a rejection, but why, why quit? Fools quit. Amateurs quit. Quitters quit. I’d like someone else’s thoughts on rejection, and maybe it’s me needing to take more time with my work, or analyzing it more, or workshopping it more.