Two rejections, one day.
I just got rejected yesterday and then again today.
Seriously, Can-lit people, I’m pretty awesome. I honestly think you need to give me a chance.
Image from here.
There’s got to be a point where I say enough. When will I reach that point? I guess it’s not today as I am sending that story right back out again.
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I also think I would like to Misery Charles Yu, as I only started Interior Chinatown yesterday evening, I am almost done it, and then what am I supposed to do with my life? Re-read his other books again? And after I do that? Huh? HUH? HUHHHHH??!?!?!
Stay positive.
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I did make it ten whole days in 2021 before starting to read a book about Nazis (although I read two books in 2021 prior to this one in which Nazis were mentioned). Here is my conclusion: Meghan, you read too many books that have Nazis in them.
I know. Stay positive.
Sigh.
is the number of short stories I have currently sent out looking for homes.
Everything.
Rejections, fixing stories that don’t work, coming up with ideas, typing, pencil stains (left handed), losing my eraser, interruptions, the well-meaning (Well, why don’t you write a best selling novel then?), the plateau that I’ve been stuck on for years where I’m better than average but not great.
I’d have a nap, but I have work to do.
I use the word stomp a lot in my stories, I’ve noticed as I proof-read through the last batch.
Behold my $1.39 stock photo book cover for my e-chapbook I hope to have out before Christmas! Self-published, so don’t be too happy for me.
I’m stuck on one bloody sentence that I
just
can’t
get
to
work!
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning and took out a comma.”
“And in the afternoon?”
“In the afternoon—well, I put it back again.”
Oscar Wilde