I am an honest-to-goodness writer.
How do I know this?
I've received two rejection letters.
In the last week, no less.
You're not a real writer until you've been rejected.
The first was from
the Abbey Hill Literary Challenge.
I entered their third-quarter contest.
I didn't expect to win.
I entered because you receive a critique back.
The critique was really quite good
and I learned a lot from it.
The second was from
The Totally Unknown Writer's Festival.
A co-worker suggested I submit something
that I would then read at the Rivoli
in front of an audience.
That sounded like a lot of fun to me ...
I don't have a problem speaking in front of people.
everyone's stories are published in an anthology.
But, after submitting,
my friend gave me a couple of previous anthologies.
I immediately knew that I didn't fit in their genre.
And the note said as much.
But I will aspire to write something for next year.
Or something for their radio show.
They did tell me to continue writing.
There's no way I couldn't, really.
I have to. It's a driving need.
In the meantime,
I'm going to hang my rejection letters in my office.