The pleasant kind.
Or as pleasant as rejection can be. Polite emails and letters from people rejecting my work will be the death of me.
The implied: you’re good but not good enough.
Keep writing. You’ll only get better.
The one you never saw coming.
Because you submitted the piece years ago and worked on so many other projects since then.
The short and sweet: this isn’t right for us, but try somewhere else.
You aren’t going to give up, are you?
The one you run into yourself.
Uh…I’m not just talking about rejections related to writing now.