Getting back a lot of beta-reading comments can be discouraging enough, but it’s nothing like opening up a “finished” story that you’ve edited/workshopped until your eyes bled only to find it’s a yarn-basket of Word comments.
The summer went by and the pain of falling flat on my face during #PitMad faded. I was ready to try again.
36 was the year of setting a really good foundation for getting published. Here’s to 37!
I’ve worked hard for each and every rejection and like grey hairs I’m tired of pretending I don’t have any.