The first time I was told the pieces were too short. The second time I was told I was too late for that submission period, to try again later. Like Goldilocks in search of just right, I refused to give up and did in fact try again later.
Well before submissions opened in September, I chose and polished the piece for try three, and sent it off confident that at least if rejection came this time, it would be for a new reason. I received verification that my work had reached its destination and was told I'd be contacted if it was accepted. And then I forgot about it.
Well, maybe not entirely. It was always on the back of my mind. These were the months of my first agent rejections. I was getting used to them, sort of, and determined to forge ahead no matter what. So when I got the message in early December that my piece had been accepted for publication in The Rose & Thorn, it was more than just an acceptance. It was sunshine in the middle of a cold gray winter giving me new hope, new life and new energy for the road ahead.
When the January issue came out yesterday, seeing my name as an author in a respected publication felt like waking up on a summer morning knowing the world is exactly as it's meant to be. It's the way I feel teaching classes with Carrie and the way I hope to feel when my memoir is finally born into the world.
I hope you'll take the time to read the winter issue of Rose & Thorn Journal. Not just because it's where you'll find my very first published piece, but because I'm in the company of a number of really talented writers whose work deserves to be read. I'm forever grateful to Angie and Kat for providing a forum for new voices to be heard, for their excellent editing skills, and for being my just right beginning.