This rings so true. In 1980, I, as a very young writer, submitted a story to Esquire. The renowned fiction editor sent me a handwritten note that said: “I was glad to take a look and it’s pretty good, although not suited to Esquire. Perhaps try with something shorter?”
I heard only rejection in his every word. “Pretty good”? “Not suited”? “Shorter”? I heard “NO!”
Thirty six years later, I have only just started submitting again. Happily, my debut novel, The Next, will be published in October 2016. And I’m taking a workshop with that very editor this summer, and intend to bring that note — which holds pride of place on my bulletin board — along.