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.
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.