So, I just got another rejection letter. Or, I havent gotten it, but I know it's coming. This thread is, in part , to keep myself from having a breakdown. I don't wanna get to personal, but suffice to say I know people in the publishing house. Editors at the publishing house have been overwhelmingly positive about my work and even asked me to send in my short story collection. So I did. This is the first time I've sent in something I've truly worked hard on. Three years of work. I'm kicking myself for listening to them. Six weeks after having sent them the MS my "friends" started to avoid me. When I finally cornered them they talked imcomprehensively about how they had been surprised that I sent the the MS so quickly and that they felt I should put more work into my writing. And that I should keep working no matter what happens now. Yeah, right. What they dont know is that I'm a recovering heroin addict with a lot of "issues". One of them being confidence. Most days of the week I can write maybe 20 min each day. The rest of the day I'm too depressed. (Not whining, that's how it is). However, after they had been giving me such good feedback I was able to write for hours every day. Now with the impending rejection letter I'm back to no minutes. I KNOW that if I had been published it would have given me the confidence to writer even better. (I know, I know that's not how it works). I'm just another bitter person feeling the world owes them something... It's sad. HOW am I supposed to cope? I need one positive. I cannot take more rejection in my life. Again, that's void, I know... But writing is everything to me, and yet I get rejected. Just like love, I love someone and they leave me. So I get bitter... It's endless circles... Sorry, that was a rant. I'm just another loser who thought he would be a writer. Reality check. I'm as low as I've been in years... all because I was dumb enough to think anything would work out in my life.