It was 6:00pm on a Friday when I received my first jolt of writerly rejection several years ago. Getting ready for movie night with my young girls, I was pulling out cozy blankets and popping popcorn when my husband walked in with the stack of mail in hand. My eyes found it immediately -- the large… Continue reading Ah, the Sweet (Buttery) Smell of Rejection
My husband and I have been playing Scrabble since our high school courtin' days. He's the "Numbers Guy," and I'm (supposedly) the "Words Girl." Guess who wins at Scrabble almost every time? I'll give you a hint -- it's not me. But, I've learned exactly why I come out behind -- lack of strategy. I'm usually the over-eager player who puts down any word that appears… Continue reading Applying Scrabble Strategy to Life (or, a Time to Gloat)
12:31 pm: Dear Diary, Oh! Mail’s here. I’ll just have a quick look -- a few manuscripts circulating. 12:32 pm: Oh joy! Oh bliss! My poem to the magazine I have desperately been trying to break into...was not immediately rejected! I received a postcard with my name and address handwritten on the front and a… Continue reading A Writer’s Interpretation of a “Maybe”
This weekend I thought I would surprise the kids by filling up a tub of water balloons for them to smash on each other's heads in rapid succession. Could it get any better than that? I tip-toed into the laundry room, giddy with purpose. "Be there in a minute," I called, imagining the afternoon of water-fun bliss, and… Continue reading Writing and Water Balloons — Take Aim!