Today is the six-month anniversary of my patronage of a particular branch of a New York cafe. I’ve come here between 12 and 18 times a month, for four to six hours a day, for six months. I’m proud of, and embarrassed by, this. There are regulars here, but there seems to be none more regular than I am.

Getting rejected does not mean the idea is bad or that the piece isn’t well done or that you are a bad writer. It just means it/you weren’t right for that specific publication. Once you start letting rejections mean that you are not good, it’s a slippery, depressing slope.