When I’m a successful writer with my own house, I’m going to redecorate the bathroom and line the walls with my rejection letters to remind me of how far I’ve come.
While recently speaking to a friend of mine about the woes of finding others that are into writing and creating like myself, he said that I should add a message board to my site. At the very least, I thought that I could open this up for discussion. Where are all of the writers, creative people at? Chicago is a huge city, filled with all types of artists. I just cannot believe that artists aren’t getting together and creating. The reason there seems to be more opportunities for writers, artists, actors, producers, etc. in other cities is because there are, but there has to be somebody out there doing something right? This same friend mentioned that Kelly Tsai, (we went to the same college) is now a full time poet living in Brooklyn. Congrats Kelly Tsai. To see what Kelly is up to, please visit her at http://www.yellowgurl.com/.
I get home, throw my bag to the floor and pick up the mail. While sorting through it I spot an envelope that looks strikingly familiar. Oh yes, it’s the SASE I sent with my short story for their response. They’ve finally written back. YES! Soon, all of the excitement is washed away by the awful unknown. What if they hated it? Ugh. I graciously tear open the envelope and pull the slip out. It says, “Thank you so much for submitting your fiction piece to our fine publication, however we are not interested at this time. Good luck in the future.” Damn!
Four rejection slips later, I’m sitting in my office pouring myself another glass of cheap red wine, (dare I say the name) staring at a very sharp X-acto Knife sitting to my left. I should just end it all! I have no talent. What am I doing? Who wants to hear what I have to say anyway? But then I think damn it, I do. So, I’ve decide to look for other avenues.
I only need one magazine to like it anyway. At the very least I’d like some sound writing advice about my piece. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Maybe the plot isn’t strong enough, the dialogue too dry. Who knows? But I want answers. So, I’ve decide not to wait around any longer. I’ve sent it out to two more publications. Hey, you never know.