Here part 1 of Rejection II post.
I started this blog on a whim. I was angry that night and my belly was full of Tuscan wine. Usually Tuscan wine doesn’t make me crazy. It makes my soul smooth, juicy, full of little glowing butterflies that communicate with very high-pitched, barely audible, voices. Beer on the other hand, that makes me kind of crazy. Makes me do stuff that’s not even worth trying to explain. Which brings me to the post “Rejection II”. I started that day drinking beer (love a beer buzz in the morn) and ended the day drinking wine. Yes, it was over-kill. I’m a drunk. Since then I still haven’t learned to control it. But that’s neither here nor there.
Anywho.
I was upset because I realized that night that 2006 was gonna be like 2005 which was also like 2004, etc., etc. (I don’t give a shit about 2007 or beyond so now I can get drunk in peace.) I had posted something on this blog about being rejected as a writer and thought that would be a nice theme to continue – kinda like my own little running gag which would/should mix well with the rest of the failure, worst writer krapp that I’ve got going here. I had kept most of the rejection letters I received over the years. At the time I didn’t have a scanner and so I took a mobile-phone-photo of the rejection letter from Elaine Markson Literary Agency and used that in the post. Since then I have a scanner and I thought it time to give the really cool and probably best rejection letter in my repertoire the proper scan and presentaton it deserves.
The great thing about this rejection letter and one of the reasons I can risk repetitive posting is that the very kind Sally Wofford-Girand is the only agent/representative to ever make such a sincere recommendation regarding my work. Of course, the sad part is I never followed her advice (see pic). Or did I? It was so long ago – followed by so many rejections. How to keep count. How to keep doing it. Just write, I guess:
Go ‘head. Do it for yourself. Maintain hold on reality. Yeah. Right. Reality.
At least now I have learned to control the drinking to the point that I don’t fall down anymore.
Whoopee.
-tgs-
PS other posts of non-interest about being rejected as a writer here and here.
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