This is my inbox: And staring at it does nothing to help.
I was telling a coworker today that I think I am being tested. She leaned in, eyes wide, By who? she said. I waved my hands to indicate everything and everyone around us. She whispered: By the Powers That Be here at [Our Company]? And I’m like, Oh no, I mean the universe. The universeContinue reading “In Which the Universe Revolves Around Me”
I have asked E to block unexpected rejection letters, as he’s the one who usually gets to the mailbox first. He’ll hide them somewhere in the apartment to bring out at times when my skin is thicker, when I can handle hearing the continuous chorus of No’s a little better. Early this morning I hadContinue reading “Always Close, Never a Cigar”
No to my face is a no. No in a letter or an email is a no that cannot be taken back. Once a no is in writing, it’s forever a no. But there is also the silent no. A yes postponed so long you just assume it’s a no. I get these more thanContinue reading “The Many Faces of No”
It was quite a few years ago, in a place many blocks north of where you now live. The campus was like an enclosed city, magical. Your heart swelled while walking up or down the wide stone steps, unable to believe you were allowed to be there. The grass was green inside the stone walls,Continue reading “There Was a Happy Time”
Another short story rejection came today. Just one of those thin photocopied slips without even a name on it. No return address on the envelope. (And they had this story 5+ months.) Whatever. At some point at some nameless future date when I feel more secure in my footing, I’ll put together a “No-Box” forContinue reading “To Do: No-Box”