One of the things nobody tells you about academia is that it's really more about stubbornness than brains. You have to hold fast to your determination that you have a good idea, one worth getting into print. Or pixels, these days. Earlier this week I had a manuscript accepted after two previous rejections. I didn't find a very prestigious home for it, but I found it a peer-reviewed (and non-predatory!) home. Today I sent off a shiny new manuscript, the one I mentioned to you already this week. If it gets rejected, I have a backup plan. I'm stubborn like that.
Today I also sent off the Heartbreak Paper to get some input from a new set of eyes. It's been a while since I posted about the Heartbreak Paper-- much-needed topic, rock star co-author, mismanaged review, crushing rejection, followed by another rejection last summer. But do you know, my friends, it is a really good paper and by hook or by crook I am going to get it published. Here's hoping that this new contact has some good ideas for me.
I was lying next to sleepy Stella earlier this evening and thinking about how hard we work to teach our toddlers not to be stubborn. We do this even though 90% of what it takes to reach difficult goals in later life comes down to stubbornnesss.
That's a little weird, isn't it?