I.II.III…

I’ve gotten my third strike…or my third rejection but who’s keeping count? I am that’s who.  I recently submitted three of my poems to a writing journal. I submitted them after I received a rejection on a short story. It took less time for these to be rejected than the story but I’m trying to take in stride. Rejection comes with the territory. 

But otherwise I’m feeling good. I have my delayed high school graduation on Friday (I passed the equivalence) and on Thursday I’m going to my college campus to get my student ID and buy my school books. I’m starting my first semester next week! I’m so excited. I’m looking forward to English 101 and Introduction to Sociology the most. I had originally narrowed down my potential major  to either English or Sociology so I think it fits.

 

I’m still writing on the book only more slowly. I’ve been writing short stories and I’m continuing to work on a longer short story that is sort of the jump off point for other stories. But admittedly I haven’t been writing as much as I would like though I hope to change that. 

 

And that is how the life of the black authoress is faring. It’s going pretty damn well she’d say. 

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