I recently received my first rejection letter for a short story submission. I’m pretty damn happy about it too! I know you’re probably wondering how I could be happy about a rejection and the explanation is simple: I submitted something to be rejected.

It has taken me two years to build up the courage to submit a short story. I alway come up with an excuse as to why I shouldn’t complete the story so that I have something to submit. Being rejected was the biggest reason I wouldn’t follow through with a submission. But this year, I did. And this year, I got rejected. And after that rejection I’m still alive. My desire to write has not been dampened. I don’t feel like a failure. I don’t feel like I’m never going to be successful. I feel like I’m going to take that rejected short story and post it on Wattpad. And from there, I’m going to write another short story and submit that one as well. And if that one gets rejected, it goes on Wattpad too. These rejected short stories won’t die. I see that now. My ability to create will not fizzle out. That’s what that rejection letter has shown me.

So I’m proud of myself! I’m built of stronger stuff than I realized.

Bread and Butter

Hands down, my comfort zone is poetry. So there will be a lot of poetry on this site because I literally have thousands of poems dating back to my high school days. My bread and butter is poetry, but after participating in NaNoWriMo last year, I definitely want to branch out more with storytelling. It’s a lot harder and requires a lot more discipline and planning, but I’m up for the challenge. I have to be. I mean, I do have a first draft of a novel waiting to be edited (I just haven’t built up the courage yet!).

But I don’t want poetry to merely be my bread and butter. After writing a novel in a month while juggling a husband, toddler, full-time job and at the time, moving, I feel like I can take on short stories and then work towards another novel. I just want to write! I have to write! I need to write! It’s a requirement for me, like breathing.