An Interesting Day
I had one of those rare days this week where I felt like maybe I am on my way to truly
becoming a writer. I had sent off an interview the night before and couldn't stop checking
my emails throughout the morning to see if it had been accepted. When the yes finally
came through I was elated.
Not long after, I received another email. This time a rejection for a picture book manuscript.
Not the follow up I would have hoped for. The silver lining was that it came with feedback
from the editor, something I had only dreamed about when I first began receiving those
Dear Sir or Madam rejection slips. Maybe I really was getting closer to the big YES.
That afternoon, I retrieved my mail and inside a letter with an American stamp
was a US$100 note, payment for some articles that I sold about four months ago. What
a rush! My biggest payment yet and with the dollar currently so low, a nice little bonus too.
It was all a bit surreal. Every day you wait impatiently for word on all the babies you have
sent out, usually receiving nothing but frustration and here were three answers in one day.
If only every day could be like that.
Now I just have to go and rewrite that picture book manuscript.
becoming a writer. I had sent off an interview the night before and couldn't stop checking
my emails throughout the morning to see if it had been accepted. When the yes finally
came through I was elated.
Not long after, I received another email. This time a rejection for a picture book manuscript.
Not the follow up I would have hoped for. The silver lining was that it came with feedback
from the editor, something I had only dreamed about when I first began receiving those
Dear Sir or Madam rejection slips. Maybe I really was getting closer to the big YES.
That afternoon, I retrieved my mail and inside a letter with an American stamp
was a US$100 note, payment for some articles that I sold about four months ago. What
a rush! My biggest payment yet and with the dollar currently so low, a nice little bonus too.
It was all a bit surreal. Every day you wait impatiently for word on all the babies you have
sent out, usually receiving nothing but frustration and here were three answers in one day.
If only every day could be like that.
Now I just have to go and rewrite that picture book manuscript.

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