My walls are littered with rejection slips from the past ten years or so, and I'll sometimes just lay in bed staring blankly at them, as if they're a vast and empty space and I'm squinting because I lost my glasses and my telescope is broken...
These were all rejections from print magazines, before most of them had online submissions managers. That's how long ago a lot of this was. Imagine what my email account looks like...
And now for the very minuscule galaxy of acceptances...
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Insanity.
And this is only what my walls could accommodate. I also have a manila envelope full...
Interesting. I did that for about eight months before I took them down. Now I just throw them away and don't think twice. But ten years... I think that I'd be an alcoholic by then.
Hi, Ben. I was. I'll be sober 4 years this September...
Four years, congratulations man.
Thanks, Ben.
Hi Eric,
Thanks so much for your honesty here, and for your kind words on my blog. It meant a lot, and I'm sending you back every best wish. Peace.
Hi Ethel, you're quite welcome. And thank you for your good wishes...
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