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The Rejection Jar – guest blog post by Zoë Fay-Stindt

Right now, I’m making eyes at my most steadfast companion over the last six months, sitting patiently on the window ledge—my sweet rejection jar. The small honeypot that’s come to be one of my most valued writing tools, helping me smooth over the sharp edges of submitting work over and over and getting rebuffed more often than not.

Because if there’s one thing we writers are pro’s at, it’s being rejected. Our inboxes are constantly flooded with that “unfortunately,” “not quite,” “best of luck” chorus that so often kicks off a new day—and, of course, make the successes even happier when they do come along. To be honest, I’m just grateful to be living in a cyber age in which I can quickly clear that energy from my inbox without collecting boxes and boxes of printed rejection letters (as many of my most beloved writers from a generation or two ahead have valiantly done). I’m grateful my graveyard of failed attempts can live in a spreadsheet—a tab I can close.

Even so, we’re face-to-face with rejection so much, we can only hope to learn new ways of being in relationship with it (one of my favorites being Mari Andrew’s artistic renditions of the hilariously curt emails she’s received over the years). So this was my newest trick: the rejection jar.

After sitting in paralysis from another form reject for too long, I decided to take things into my own hands. I wanted to give myself something back—a small token of appreciation for showing up for myself in the first place, something that would turn this salty moment into a celebration. I wrote rejection fund on a scrap of paper, slapped it on an old (extra large) mason jar, and have since filled it to the brim.

For each rejection I get, I put a dollar in the jar. And when I find something—a new treat I’ve been craving, an application fee I couldn’t quite swing, or a much-needed cocktail at the end of a particularly long week, my rejections—and, let’s be clear, my faith in myself and my own (mostly) tireless championing—refill my cup and tenderly guide me back into the work.

And you know what? What started as a kind of goofy self-help move has been astoundingly grounding through the submission process—especially as an emerging writer. I realized I now had something to do with all that stalled, stale, sometimes paralyzing energy left over from getting a “thanks, but no thanks” for the work I poured so many hours into. I even found myself looking forward to those emails so I could tip myself again. Something totally out of my control now felt a little more manageable, something I could now take the reins on and say, “no, thank you!”

Because what many of us (hopefully) come to realize, is that not only are the rejections not ours, but the acceptances aren’t ours, either. They have nothing to do with me, and while I can celebrate the successes and grow from the critiques, I don’t want to hang my own worth on someone else’s yes or no.

My rejection jar helps restore a little bit of that agency. These poems I write day in and day out are small new friends, landscapes to grow and warp and feel the world through, come to new selves and new understandings with. They are stamped and sealed only by my acceptance, my rejection. I get to say when they feel like “good” or “bad” poems to me, “ready” and “not ready,” scrap versus actual potential. And then we can see where they might fit—or not—in the external world. Beloved literary editors—sometimes brusque with over-work, but often kind, thoughtful, and generous, too—have their own tastes of what makes a poem a good fit or not, and nothing about these rejections is personal.

Today, I count $28, and I’ve already taken some of that cash for a spin (my first purchases: two new rejection lipsticks, Desert Rose and Voyager #50). That money doesn’t feel like a sadly accumulating pity-puddle. No—it’s just proof I’m still doing the damn thing.

Zoë Fay-Stindt (she/Z/figuring it out) is a queer, pangender, bicontinental poet with roots in both the French and American south. Their poetry has appeared in museum galleries, on the radio, on the streets of small towns, in community farm newsletters, and other strange and wonderful places. Z’s work has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and has been featured or is forthcoming in Frontier, SWWIM, Muzzle, VIDA, Ninth Letter, and elsewhere. You can find her on the internet @ZoeFayStindt, or offline, somewhere, being a Real Live Human.

6 replies »

  1. Love this/and the lipstick colors.
    Your strategy follows along with the 100 rejection club that some of us have online. The goal is to achieve at least 100 rejections a year.

  2. What a great idea! I absolutely love it that you tip yourself; I do the same after a trip to the dentist, which I hate. But yours is such a simple way to reclaim agency, you’re right- keep it up 🙂

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