I received an official rejection letter for a short story I submitted to a fiction journal this week. I have to say I have mixed feelings about it. True I am disappointed and sad, and fighting back my inferiority complex’s response (something along the lines of ‘just quit because the pain of rejection is not worth it’), but I am also kinda jazzed because that email represents my first official publication rejection, which is a little cool.

What can I say, I’m complicated like that.

The truly ironic part is that while I was really hoping to get the piece published and that it would lead to fame, fortune, and glory, by the time the email arrived, figured out how to turn what I thought of as a short story with no legs when I clicked that submit button, into a novel. Maybe even a series of three novels.

A little out of my comfort zone with this as I am a nonfiction, my wife says dork, writer but this is a heck of a lot of fun.

Maybe I’ll post the short story here sometime. You know as a teaser.

That’s a thing, right?