You are the Worst Class Ever!

So I just deleted the previous whiny butt rejection blog.

Something in the Wall Street Journal caught my eye. The always complimented self-esteem generation is making its way into the work force, still expecting ego strokes for every little accomplishment, apparently because this generation is used to lots of petting and ego strokes. Sort of like my spoiled cats.

Let me tell you about my class. It started it junior high. "You are the worst class ever." We got it again in high school. And in college, 1000 miles away. Worst class ever. It became a badge of pride. I belonged to the worst class ever and our egos were whipped, not stroked. I couldn't tell you what we did or didn't do that was so bad. Attitude, acts, poor scholarship. No idea, but the teachers and administrators were angry! Indignant! They were bullshit! The Worst Class Ever!

The worst class ever is having a high school reunion this summer. Count me in. Born to be bad.

For the first time ever, I seriously wondered if I should stop trying to write crime fiction. Two rejections in one day (different books) hit my ego like a ton of bricks. I haven't sent anything out lately (too busy writing) and the hard carapace one needs to shoulder multiple rejections had softened. One of these days, a rejection will break the camel's back. I'll keep writing, of course, but not crime fiction.

Sucking it up mightily,

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