A few words about rejection.

We all get rejected. A good deal of success in this business is how accepting you are of other people’s right not to hire you. Whatever the heck it is people don’t like about your stuff, they have a right to not like it. It’s OK.


I have puhLENTY of work right now.

But when a popular tv show I really REALLY like called asking me to pitch a story recently, because the Grand Highyu Muckymucks like A DISTANT SOIL and they read my blog, you can bet I jumped right in there and pitched like it was the ninth inning, bases loaded.

And bummer. They didn’t go for my pitch. I did not get the writing gig.

So, boo hoo.

But, I didn’t boo hoo.

I went, “Oh, well, bummer, writing is less time consuming than drawing, would have loved to squeeze that in between my FOUR BOOKS AND TWO ILLUSTRATION GIGS, except realistically, I totally don’t have time for it and…whatever.”

Who knows, maybe my pitch would have been better if I wasn’t already crammed with work. Maybe my pitch stank. Maybe it was pure gold, but they just wanted something else.

It didn’t phase me. I didn’t blink. OK, I felt a little pang that the TV people didn’t want my story (THE FOOLS!) but by golly…the TV people came to me. They went looking for me. They saw my stuff and gave me a shot.

And there are always going to be other gigs.

Maybe I wouldn’t have been so mellow if I were in a less secure place, but I don’t think so. I’ve always been pretty mellow about professional rejection. I don’t do a lot of weeping, I don’t demonize the client, I just go “Whatever,” and go for the next thing.

Sometimes, if a client doesn’t like your stuff, it’s just not the right client.

Keep working on your art.

Forgive yourself if you do get upset, but grant 10% of your time to mourning, and 90% into being a better artist.

And believe, always believe, there’s always a next time.

UPDATE: three months later, the job I was sure I didn’t get, which inspired this post: I got it. It will be announced, soon.