We’re sitting waiting for the train to arrive while the sun sets before us.
Today, I recieved my first rejection.
I submitted 3 poems to a digital magazine and though “I’m a wonderful writer“, they could not accept me for the position.
I was actually excited. My first rejection.
And though I don’t encourage any more, especially when it comes to full scripts, at least I see myself trying.
I’m probably not a good writer. I’m okay with that.
But I fucking love it.
I love reading it, I love writing it.
Words. Sentences. Stories. Poems. Memoirs. Prompts. Give it to me, give me it all.
I’m excited to start new projects.
I’m in Go mode right now and I’m excited for the outcome.
Well, that’s it folks.
It’s been fun.
Have a good night 👋🏼