I stood on my back porch watching the rain sprinkle down. The clouds were dark, the air was cool, and the day was definitely dreary. I noticed a bird, then another, then another, then another. They were flying from tree to tree. They perched on the branches and puffed out their chests despite the fact that the rain was showering down on them. It was in this moment that I realized that writers have to be a lot like birds. Even when the thunderstorms loom over us we have to continue to do what we do in order to get to the sunny destination. Sometimes we are going to have to stand with our chests puffed out; our heads held high and allow the downpour to come.
The next time rejections and criticisms pour down on you, remember that birds fly even when it rains. If you take the time to nurture your writing, it will eventually take flight.