Okay guys and dolls - I received a response to my first submission yesterday. As expected, I was presented with a big fat, "thanks, but no thanks" letter. This is okay. Honest Abe, I feel pretty good about it. According to my dad, "it's just a letter Jennifer, not a bomb." Which is a pretty good way to look at it. I mean really, it's just a simple "no". Not like I'm losing any fingers here. There was no sobbing. No fist shaking. No stomping around the house. Just a sense of "oh, so that's what that feels like." (FYI - for every guy who mustered up the courage to ask someone out and got turned down - ugh. You have my sympathies.) Getting shot down is not a great feeling by any stretch of the imagination, but now I know that this particular literary publication isn't interested in these particular poems. That doesn't mean somewhere else won't love them to tiny little pieces. (Did you like my self pep talk? I thought it was stellar.)
I didn't work on any writing today, just didn't have the heart. It's like the day after getting dumped and all you really want is mint chip ice cream and Dirty Dancing followed by Footloose. But, I'll get back on the horse tomorrow. After all, nobody puts Baby in a corner.