Sure enough, the skin on her fingertips began to thicken, but Mom hated the way it felt. She'd pick at her fingers until the callouses came off...and they once again bled from the guitar strings. She decided it wasn't worth the aggravation and quit.
Learning to write is a lot like taking guitar lessons. We write our words and send them off into the big, wide world. Then the rejections start appearing in our mailboxes. Ouch! Our mentors and fellow writers assure us that we'll grow a thicker skin, that we'll adjust.
Instead of allowing the process to toughen us, we take everything to heart and rip the protective shell off. If we want to write for publication, rejections are inevitable. It's part of the business. Let's save ourselves some pain and allow that thick skin develop.
How do you handle rejection? Of course, most of us reach for the chocolate? But, then what?