After a long, nice-but-depressing talk with a good friend today about being a writer, I received a rejection email for a short story I had written.
It felt terrific.
The first mistake.
I opened a beer, started a game of Burnout: Paradise, my mind blazing cheerfully faster than the game’s legendary speed…
gaining steadfast momentum…
… a never-failing smile on my face.
You just survived my worst nightmare.
Congratulations.
Will this be what the story is like? I’m glad you had a “two-pronged” coping mechanism of liquor and gaming. follow your bliss, the man says. “Can I be a writer?” one asks of him to which he replies, “can you take a rejection letter after a rejection letter and continue to write and submit?”
Very nice… I have been rejected for lots of things… I just gave up. HA! not really… Nice to finally find you here…
(((Austin))),
I love your outlook…
Your sister, Livers (Livy)