Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I have torn away and sent pieces of myself all over the countryside. It is painful as they are able to inspect my soul and know me most intimately.

I am vulnerable and open.

My manuscripts are currently in the hands of various judges, editors, publishers, and literary magazine owners. Nerve wracking does not even begin to pinpoint the emotion I am feeling.

I just hope that all of my return letters are not entirely REJECTION.


Sunday's Pearl said...

When I first started sending out my manuscripts I was absolutely terrified of rejection letters, but they came anyway and I realized that it was okay (even framed the first) because a rejection letter meant I was still writing and still submitting. Don't panic until you stop writing.

Lenina Crowne said...

I love that advice.

Matt said...

There are three kinds of intelligence: one kind understands things for itself, the other appreciates what others can understand, the third understands neither for itself nor through others. This first kind is excellent, the second good, and the third kind useless.
Niccolo Machiavelli

Where the willingness is great, the difficulties cannot be great.
Niccolo Machiavelli


Anonymous said...

I've always liked the quote from one of my favorite old school science fiction writers, Brian Aldiss when I was writing.

“Writers must fortify themselves with pride and egotism as best they can. The process is analogous to using sandbags and loose timbers to protect a house against flood. Writers are vulnerable creatures like anyone else. For what do they have in reality? Not sandbags, not timbers. Just a flimsy reputation and a name.”