This month has been absolutely riddled with rejections. Almost enough of them to make me question everything I'm doing... almost. It does help that the editors who are rejecting me are not only telling me why but telling me that overall - my work is good but... and then they tell me why. I am a girl who really is just beginning - can't ask for more! My success right now is coming in the form of poetry and nonfiction but my heart is captivated by fiction. I am now using my age as a chant, a mantra... I'm only 27... I'm only 27... I'm only 27... Just a baby in the field just yet with a lot to learn... I have time... so far it's working and I've noticed that - every time I rewrite something, it does get better. I just have to learn now *when* it's polished enough, rewritten enough to send off into the ether, into the hands of the harried men and women who are the slush-readers...
Someday I'll figure it out and, when I do, I'll be dangerous. All this potential has to go somewhere...
~S
Posted by Shade53 at June 20, 2006 07:39 AM