Dear readers,
A friend brought me these impossibly bright flowers when he came for dinner recently. I'm glad I photographed them because on a drab March
day like today when it's still drifting snow outside, one needs memories of flowers!
One also needs memories of color and beauty when it's raining rejections, which is what has been happening in my writer's life lately. I can't help but feel dejected; it's simply been discouraging and frustrating that none of my big projects is moving forward. I know that rejection is the
name of the game as a writer, and I know the only solution is to carry on, but how to deal with it in the meantime?
I was in major moping mode most of this week, but now I feel an uplift in my mood because:
