“You see, when weaving a blanket,
an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket
to let the soul out.”
- Martha Graham
Rejection sucks. I'll be honest. Every time I receive a rejection letter, or I don't receive a letter at all, it feels like a victory for every single person who has told me I suck throughout the years. I'm waking up, with a very bad headache from a very long and gratuitous pity party I threw myself when Ballet for Bullies was turned down for publication. Dang. I'm not perfect.
I'm flawed. I tried and I failed. A decision needs to be made. Will I try again? Will I? I'm in the middle of a dilemma. And my mettle is being tested. Just like I aim to test the mettle of my characters in the stories I write.
My soul is out.
And I'm writing.
