when she was rejected if she was told she had a nice smile, that's the part she heard and clung on to |
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I think what each of us hears and sees is controlled as much by what's in our heads as by what's out there. The test is, if you're walking down a railway platform, and someone sitting on a bench turns their head to watch you as you pass, what do you think they're thinking?
Actually, you won't ever know, so you might as well try and train yourself to think the most flattering possibility, not least because then you get that spring in your step that really does make the person on the next bench fancy you, or whatever. Or at least, remind yourself that the most flattering one is just as likely as the least. The worst that will happen is that you take a compliment straight when it was meant ironically, and that's not so terrible.
The writer's equivalent when that MS comes thudding back onto the mat, is to believe the nice things absolutely and congratulate yourself of doing them so well. And not to allow their reasons for not taking it to spread into anything more than ordinary market sense: if they say their list is full, it probably is, and if they say it loses momentum in the final third, then that AND NO MORE is what's wrong with it. It isn't all rubbish, you weren't silly to submit it, and they're not roaring with laughter at your presumption or your work.
Emma