Today it snowed. Not the pretty kind. The clean white blanket where the trees look like powdered sugar sprinkled them. Not that kind. The gross wet slushy kind. And it matches my mood.

This blog is about writing. It’s about rejection. They say writing isn’t for the faint of heart. Truthfully, I AM faint of heart. Who wants to pour days, weeks, YEARS into words, pages, dripping in sentence structure and voice? To write the perfect cover letter, synopsis and first 10 pages. That’s all they accept nowadays. And then REJECTION.

I just received a rejection letter from Harcourt. I’m a children’s book writer. I can’t complain … well I can. But I shouldn’t exactly because I have been published. But before I get into any of that, today I’d like to be sad about my rejection. And I LOVE that I get to be sad with all of you. Whoever you are. Tell me about your rejection. I want to know. I really do. Somehow it’ll make me feel better.

It stopped snowing and now it’s REALLY cold. Our puppy is wagging his tail cuz his brother just got home from school. So that’s my cue. Time to be a mommy.

I will keep you posted about my future rejections. They’re coming. I just know it!