No matter how much practice you get... rejection is never easy.

Good day fellow bloggers.

It has been a LONG time since I blogged because I have been quite preoccupied lately with the shifts in the usual practices of my daily life. But more on that at a later stage.

Just to give you a little background on my dances with rejection. When I was in primary school (elementery school, for my American readers) I had a crush of Goliath proportions on this girl and one day I was playing truth, dare or command with my friends and for some (non-drug) related reason, I chose command. Thanks to Murphy's constitution what happened? My friends commanded me to go and propose to said girl in the middle of the playground in front of everyone. I knew a command was a command and it was my fault for choosing. So, I made a ring with the tin foil my sandwich was wrapped in and proposed to her. She smiled and of course turned down my rather recession friendly proposal. Anyway, my point is we all know rejection in some way or form. But nothing quite prepares you for a rejection like the one I got yesterday...

After a six month waiting period, the literary world decided to break my writer's cherry in the most brutal way possible. With a rejection email. That's right, I finished my first novel last year and I sent a proposal to a publisher six months ago. I got the reply yesterday, saying that my novel isn't quite the genre they normally publish and that they only publish literary fiction of exceptional quality. Which in short, told me that they think I wrote this novel with my ass. Oh well... At least I tried right?

I am not going to stop writing, but I think it's going to take me a while before I decide to send out another proposal to another company. When I opened the email and read the word 'unfortunately'... It was like someone kicked me in tha balls while I was star gazing. I am not blaming them, heck I will be the first to admit that my writing isn't of Shakespearean standard. Of course I was hoping for my proposal to be accepted, but I know that it is very rare that a first time aspiring writer gets accepted from the first attempt. But I thought, with the rejection I would find a glimmer of hope, a little light that would say: 'Yes Marcio, you are worthy of being published, if you just sharpen your skills in this area or that area.' So yeah, I was kind of bummed. But I suppose it's part of being writer... Just like every boxer gets his jaws punched, so every writer gets a rejection. We just have to suck it up and try again, right?

On a lighter note, I went shopping with my Mom the other day. Not one of the wisest decisions I have made in my life. It was like I was preparing for a marathon with all the walking. Why do women insist on looking through every rack of every clothing store within a oh-my-fuck radius before choosing ONE item of clothing? So to help me forget my hunger, general urge to say the word 'fuck' and state of near sweating. I did a spot of shopping of my own... What did I buy? The Regina Spektor Live in London DVD.

I am a big fan, so to me it was an investment of absolute wisdom. She is such a talented and sweet human being. Whenever I see her speaking in an interview, I wish I could just give her a huge hug. :)

Ciao.