But I'm doing better now. I mailed out a story to a literary magazine today. I'm getting back on the horse. I have decided that once I hit one hundred rejections I may then re-examine this whole writing thing, but it would be silly to act as if this particular rejection was the end of the world. I am actually getting a little tired of thinking about it at all. It is a bit hard since one of my friends was accepted, so I have to keep hearing about the d**n thing.
I was having a hard time wanting to write anything since I heard. I've since begun writing other things again, so I felt that now was a good time to rejoin the blog.
Sorry if this is a bit self indulgent, but I was thinking that I needed to write a bit about this, just to get it out of my own head. So I am officially finished with worrying about it.
I didn't even win the lottery this week. Can you believe it?
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Lisa here - what can I say? except: argh.
It's an imperfect process and I know this from close experience. It's a messy process and, well, jeez.
This year it was made even more difficult because we reduced the numbers of workshops - losing 12 spots...
yes, the wait list is real.
More later when I can - we're still immersed in familia and death round here.
I'm sorry to both of you- this post is so whiny now that I'm looking back at it. I'm really not that sad.
It was a little hard to be the only one, but my dad, who sells crackers (ok, he's a broker that sells food to restaurants, but we all call him the cracker salesman) told me that when he's selling something, he just sees every "no" as a way to the eventual "yes". He said that taking it personally was silly. I'm at the point where I can agree now.
I'm sorry to hear about your family, Lisa. And thanks, Jonathan. It's nice to have people to discuss it with, in any case.
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