Collecting writing rejections

Should I start a binder? Or keep an electronic file for my rejections?

One thing I’ve noticed is that I don’t have that many rejections (but I do have several). Main reason for this is because I have not submitted many pieces. I need to get it together here and JUST DO IT.

There are a lot of things I have not been doing, and that needs to change. Writing, yes, but it’s all terrible and bad. Laundry, yes, but I have no choice. It’s too cold to walk around semi-naked this time of year. Cooking…yep. Teenagers live here, and all that. Driving to and fro, ditto. See teenagers and their endless sports.

But house cleaning? Decorating to spruce up this place with light and festiveness? Dog walking? That would be a big, fat NOPE.

Submitting writing isn’t that easy either. Just because you have a piece ready doesn’t mean you can just send it. You have to research the publication, follow their rules which may require formatting and editing, write a query letter (I am terrible at marketing myself) and all that takes time.

I have a spreadsheet. But I’m ignoring it more than following it. THAT too needs to change.

Yesterday I spent almost the entire day taking down content on another blog. I revitalized some of the pieces there and I may share those here, at some point. That was my practice space, an experiment of sorts, and although I’m generally happy with how it turned out, I want to change that blog’s direction a bit. If I even bother to keep it. We’ll see.

I also finally managed to make a hair appointment. My hair, be that as it may, is trying to kill me in my sleep by strangulation. It’s too long and if I don’t get a cut soon, these will be the last words you read from me. πŸ˜‚

Anyway, they didn’t answer their phone on Tuesday, so I dropped in on them on Wednesday on my way home from groceries. My appointment is at 12:15 today.

The other thing that’s bugging me is dog walking. I have no dogs. They have all dropped off. Simultaneously I seem to be gaining weight…So, on a whim, I contacted a former dog’s human, as this coming weekend I will be dog sitting Molly the Schnoodle for a friend.

Molly used to love playing with my client’s dog Jasper the Bichon Poo. So we made a date: I will be walking the two dogs on Saturday with my girl child, and I’m sure the reunion will be blog-worthy. Stay tuned for that. πŸ˜€

In the meanwhile, I need to get back to my spreadsheet. And get off this couch to check if we have a binder. Perhaps I need a physical reminder that I did in fact DO the submitting, it’s not my fault that THEY don’t accept my material.

Boo.

20 thoughts on “Collecting writing rejections

  1. I hear you, I’m much the same, using all sorts of tactics to avoid getting down to business. You are not alone. So I’m here to encourage you, you have a great voice, get it out there in the world where more people can benefits from your important narrative! Go!

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  2. Claudia,
    You might have more time than me. I just use the computer to track my rejections along with my accepted list on Submittable. I look forward to Christmas break as I will have time to write a short story. If you don’t have rejections, you have no chance for acceptions. Is that even a word?

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  3. As I read this, I thought “I have no rejections letters – not one!” And the reason for that is I haven’t submitted anything to anyone. Thanks for the inspiration. While you’re walking the dogs, I will submit something…although I may need to create a spreadsheet first. πŸ™‚

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