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… I’ve been submitting stories. To a contest and a literary magazine most recently; planning on sending another thing out in the next week or so.

I feel like a writer. Woohoo!

It’s been a bit too long since I last submitted anything, honestly; same as it’s been too long since I posted on this blog. One always intends to do that sort of thing over Spring Break, but then things happen. Like surprise bridal showers and apartment hunting. (Other things don’t happen as much, like homework.)

To be honest, it’s when all that Real Life stuff starts taking over that I stop and wonder, why the heck am I still in school, again?

And then, gradually, I remember Reasons. To be part of a writing community; to better myself as a writer and an individual; and, of course, to write.

And I certainly know there are many aspects of academia that I’ll miss sorely once I’m finished. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past two years, it’s that I have absolutely no desire for an academic lifestyle on a long term basis. And there’s always a part of me that’s chomping at the bit, waiting to be finished.

I guess it’s pretty lucky time doesn’t listen to my whims.

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I woke up this morning to a rejection in my inbox. I didn’t really expect to be accepted (except maybe a little bit, because why else would I submit?), but it still takes a little bit out of you, still lets you a little down.

I archived the email and went to work on other things. After all, I am not a poet, really; so if my poems don’t find a home, it makes me a little sad for them, but probably it saves me from embarrassment later on.

And then half an hour later sat staring at the wall trying to figure out why I was relating so intensely to various blog posts about being rejected as a writer before I remembered. Once I remembered, I wasn’t bothered by it. I’m still not bothered by it, per se, although publication would have been nice.

But it stuck to me enough that, even though I forgot about the actual rejection, I felt slightly rejected.

It seems to me that most writers have egos that are either incredibly fragile or huge and unbreakable. I wonder which is better?

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