Frame this one: Rejection Letters

“Did you keep your first rejection letter?”
That’s an awkward question. My answer usually begins with the caveat: “Okay, please keep in mind, I was only thirteen at the time …”
(Spoiler alert — I didn’t.)
I vaguely recall wandering around the schoolyard at recess, feeling sorry for myself and lamenting the untimely demise of an otherwise promising writing career. (Ah, the self-centered melodrama of the adolescent mind.)
Fast-forward to 2020. A fresh rejection letter arrives, and really makes my day.
A statement like that deserves some explanation.
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