I'm really hoping the disappointment of yet another rejection (literary) dissipates before I start teaching in, oh, five minutes. I don't know why I get my hopes up, but I still do. I guess that's why I'm still in the game.
Maybe tomorrow's gardening with my dad will give me a sense of accomplishment and completion.
It all just makes me tired. Anyone?
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This doesn't sound like you....one rejection...Keep on plugging away...you're fabulous! And if that doesn't work, have a cigarette and a gin and tonic.
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Their loss.
ReplyDeleteDon't take it too hard, dear Claudia. Everybody knows you write well, great in fact, but its true you're not getting the 'care and feeding' required from the industry to feel like pushing on. A self contained 'proper tension' moment, if you ask me.
ReplyDeleteI just finished reading George Orwell's "On The Road to Wigan Pier" and in it he really excoriates the highsnobbery of the literary establishment. He particularly goes after DH Lawrence as a writer with prole beginnings who completely abandoned where he came from in his ascension. I also am amused by Orwell's essay Why I Write, which can be read here:
http://www.orwell.ru/library/essays/wiw/english/e_wiw
.. Stick to vodka, darling. You'll feel better in the morning.
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