It was one of those days when I woke up feeling inexplicably happy.
It didn’t last, of course.
For when I opened my email, there it was: Another rejection.
Four Chambers Press doesn’t want my manuscript Heart, Hunger, Feed: A Memoir.
Yet, they sent me the nicest, most emphatic rejection letter that I’ve ever received.
It was, get this, 128 words. That might not seem like a very long letter but trust me, most rejection letters are brief and blunt. This one actually thanked me for not only submitting but for writing in the first place.
Of course it was a personalized form letter, but still it left me feeling a little bit good about feeling so bad (does that make sense?).
Whatever the case, it’s autumn up here in Alaska, even though it’s technically summer until the equinox. Still, the leaves are turning and the air smells fresh and crisp, the way it always does in the fall. We’ve been getting out as much as possible because we know that winter is only a step away.
When my sister was up from Philly last week we hiked Rendezvous Peak out in Arctic Valley, where I happened upon a stash of blueberries so divine I thought I’d died and gone to berry heaven. I couldn’t stop eating. I mean, I ate so many that I felt sick and still I couldn’t stop stuffing them into my greedy mouth. Fun times.
I read another amazing piece. Sometimes I’m afraid that I read too much and write too little, but how does one ever stop? This one is an essay in Catapult by Melissa Petro about her experience being propositioned by an older male writing instructor. Check it out here.
P.S. My little rant: I saw this on WaPo and it burns me up. Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg is supposedly trying to end phoniness. “The days of you having a different image for your work friends or co-workers and for the other people you know are probably coming to an end pretty quickly,” he has said. “Having two identities for yourself is an example of a lack of integrity.”
Talk about using hypocrisy to sell your brand. Because, hello! Social media allows us to become someone else, to throw a persona out into the world that is better or smarter or more clever or better looking or maybe even sadder or more depressed than we actually are. Our social media selves are not our real and complete selves. This blog offers a very thin slice of who I am and what I do with my days. The same with my short Facebook posts showcasing my runs and hikes but not the hours I sit slack-faced in front of my computer waiting to be inspired. And trust me: I spend at least as much time slack-faced in front of my computer as I do running and hiking.
Me thinks that Zuckerberg is the one that lacks integrity here, no?