It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s … Imposter Syndrome!
Volleyballs and creative writing have a lot in common. You can shove a volleyball underwater—out of sight, out of mind—but it will inevitably escape its watery dungeon and breach the surface like a 40-ton humpback whale.
I wish I’d kept my first rejection letter. Among writers, that’s like framing the first dollar bill you earned.
But no, my first-ever rejection letter threw me into a wannabe sci-fi writer’s funk. My career was over … why would I want to keep a written record of rejection?
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