A Writer's Journey Never Ends
The field is a glistening jewel that at once absorbs and radiates the hot white lights. There are so many, they should overwhelm anything in the beams’ paths. Instead those touched feed off them, are elevated. The players, clothed in bright colors that reflect their prowess, grab the rays and shoot them up and down…
I woke up to a baker’s dozen this morning – not bagels or donuts, which are the last things I need, but to my thirteenth rejection of my novel. Something I definitely didn’t want, but maybe something I do need. The lion’s share of the rejections came a few years earlier. One was from an…