I’ve been contemplating how to write this blog post, and it’s taken me a while to figure out a way to tackle it. So I figured I’d do what I always do: I’ll put one word in front of another, reflecting how I feel, until I have a sentence. A few of those should, hopefully, make a coherent sentence and, assuming I don’t come across like a monkey with a typewriter, by the end I should have a completed entry.
It still doesn’t make this particular post any easier and yet, for the first time, I actually feel validated as a writer.
I’m not ‘aspiring’; I’m not a ‘wannabe’ any more.
No, I’ve not acquired a literary agent (yet), and I’m yet to published. So why this feeling?
Well, you see, for the first time ever in my journey as a writer, I’ve been rejected.
And you know what…it’s not half bad.