Today I feel a little more like a writer than ever before. I just passed another initiation test, cleared another rite of passage. That’s right, I got my first, honest-to-goodness, official rejection notice. Probably the first of many. Of course, that puts me in pretty good company. Many authors I admire greatly were rejected: Faulkner (my favorite), Joyce, Nabakov, le Carre, and Saroyan, to name a few. Of course, they all eventually joined a more exclusive club, the Published Authors Club, and ultimately the Very Successful, Widely Respected Published Authors Club. I have no pretensions to the latter but am definitely aiming for the former. Fortunately there are plenty of literary agents and publishing houses to go. Keep the faith.