For weeks, I picked out my most flattering and professional outfits. Two comfortable dresses, two cardigans, two pairs of nice shoes, some comfy clothes, just in case. I have this habit of packing early for every trip out of town I take. I still forget stuff, but it makes me feel better. On this trip, I forgot pajama pants. Figures. Nonetheless, I was excited for all that we would do and see.
I am a fierce lover of technology. I spend a significant amount of time on my laptop each day browsing social media, researching for my current literary project, engaging in homework for my classes, including writing blogs like this for Mile Marker Review. I play video games on my Xbox One and Nintendo 3DS, one of my favorite hobbies. I even read books and stories on my tablet, immersing myself in the fictional worlds I love. But sometimes technology can be my creative downfall.
I haven’t finished a book in six months. I made it halfway through Tolkien’s The Silmarillion before I had to give up. Women Who Run with the Wolves gave me 20 pages before I reluctantly put it away. I’ve been trying to finish The Cold Dish by Craig Johnson since I met the author in November. I’m only on chapter nine. I want to read the wonderful books I’ve collected for years.
Rejection. It’s a scary word. Especially in the world of writers. You’ve put your heart and soul into this story and placing it in the hands of a publishing company is like sending your only child to kindergarten and hoping all goes well. All day you’re anxious about how they’re faring in the big scary world away from home.
I never thought this would happen. I never thought that this country would revert so far back that bigotry, racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. would return to the forefront of American politics. I never thought that the Klu Klux Klan would ever be relevant to mainstream media again. I never thought that I would fear for the well-being of myself, my friends, my community, and my country.