Raven Electrick rejected the sci-fi themed poem I wrote at the end of February. Lately I've been trying to keep my sense of poetry growing, searching for voices with which I connect. I just ordered a survey of Derek Walcott's work from 1948 to 1984.
Dealing with rejection is like shoveling out after a blizzard. You don't see the light immediately, but eventually it's only one scoop away. I'd rather keep working to put myself in that position than stop and freeze to death.
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