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Someone Needs a Geography Lesson


My father and I have this weird tradition of sharing typos we see in our local paper (and there are a lot) as well as crazy mistakes on television. Today he sent me this:

“Heard from Congressman this am in regard to Keystone pipeline …if we can build a pipeline through Antarctica when it’s cold and frozen up there, we can safely build one in Kansas… ”

Hold the horses, Nellie! Antarctica is UP? When did that happen? Did I miss a memo?

Moral of the story: Even if you’re lucky enough to get elected, please, please keep your mouth shut if you have no idea what you’re saying.

Why do we let rejections bother us?


That’s the question of the day for me. I am a writer. Part of that process is rejection. Duh. I know that. But each one I get makes me think I’m a hack. Why is that? The funny thing is, I know I’m competent and capable. But send me a rejection and I think I’m horrid and worthless.  I’ve sold numerous short stories and two novels and just started a quest for an agent about a month ago. I got two agent rejections yesterday.  And on Monday, I got two short story rejections.  It was like a quadruple whammy.

And no, I wasn’t arrogant enough to think that the first agent I queried would fall in love with me but I did at least think I’d get a request for more pages. One of the agents said my writing was very strong but she wasn’t captivated by the first 5 pages, which was all she had.  The other one blew me off completely. Short, terse, nothing.

So, determined not to give up, I sent out two more agent letters and I sent the short stories out again. This morning I woke up to a contract in my email for one of the short stories- It was accepted by a children’s magazine (for ages 14 and up).  So, what a difference 14 hours makes.   I went from Gloomy Gus who thinks she can’t write to Delighted Debbie, the master story teller!  Until the next rejection, that is.

What a crazy industry this is. And me, too. Crazy, that is.