Are you not entertained?
Every time I submit a story to a magazine, I feel as though I’ve entered an epic fight to the death. My story is a gladiator, fighting for the amusement of the powers that be.
I’m fighting the submissions of other authors for the right to entertain the readers of the publication. Each rejection letter is a death in the arena.
(sorry for the drama)
The rejection is not personal, but it is subjective. I might think the submission will fit their publication, but it is ultimately the decision of the editor.
I don’t mind rejection, it’s part of the process. Pay no attention to the roar of the crowds and the clashing of weapons as I resurrect myself and re-enter the fray.