There is no such thing as failure. There are only results.
Mom and I do not even believe in failure. We can’t. It would make things too difficult. When I try to learn new things like fetching (yes, I consider that “new” even though I’ve been trying to learn it for two years), Mom never says, “Forget it.” or “This is an epic fail.” She always says, “Try it again.” and “Almost.” and “Not the couch! Not the couch!! NOT THE COUCH!!! Ugh!”
Apparently, bringing the ball on the couch is not fetching, which is unfortunate because I’m really good at that. I’ve been practicing that for two years.
When Mom gets rejections, she does not think that is failure, either. She says, “It’s the nature of the beast.” (*shiver* I don’t like beasts at all.) Mom knows that authors get rejections, so she takes them in stride.
It’s not her favorite result, but it’s just a result and not the end of the world. 12x12in’12 helps Mom to keep on keeping on, so she writes more stories and different stories and doesn’t waste time being sad about rejections because writing is not sad. It’s fun.
Fetching, on the other hand – NOT fun.