We met on OKCupid.
Our conservation went nowhere.
I was tired of being alone and asked if she wanted to hang out.
We walked around CityPlace with longing eyes that said
Someone, anyone, please stay.
Our conversation was worse than before
Year ago, my grandpa’s heart gave out when I was mowing his lawn.
I never got to tell him I loved him.
The feeling of this date was much worse.
We finished walking and stopped at a park bench
I looked at the clock over the Pavlovian
A saw her hold back a tear.
I’m going to go home, I said.
She grabbed my arm and looked at me with those same eyes.
I’m Sorry I said.
Then next day I deleted my profile.
I’d rather be alone.
Writing is the reward.
It’s not getting your heart ripped out at workshop.
It’s not having an empty audience at your reading
It’s not seeing your name in print.
It’s not telling a girl at the bar you finished a novel.
It’s not reading your book’s review.
It’s not winning the Pulitzer Prize.
Writing is so much more.
It’s the willpower to tackle the next sentence
It’s the sense of accomplishment when you finish a piece
It’s learning from your previous draft’s mistakes
It’s the goosebumps you get after you type a line
It’s the smile when an ending clicks
All this is for you, and you alone.
Your personal victory.
The longer you remember that
the longer your fire will glow.
Writing is your reward.
Rejection is great
it makes you dig
it breeds introspection
it forces you to change
when you’re broke it makes you try harder
when you’re alone it makes you stronger
Rejection is great.
shield, or deflect
and months later, they take the hardest punishment
regretting in silence.
Don’t be afraid.
Rejection is great.
Part 1 Part 2
-Hold my hair back when I puke
-Gives honest thoughts on my writing
-Are up to blow off work one Thursday to go to Navy Pier but happen to run into your boss when drunk walking down the boardwalk. You duck behind a Red Eye paper dispenser while I walk over to distract him, kind of like Julia Styles in 10 Things I Hate About You, only I keep my clothes on but would flash as a last resort.
-Thinks swing dancing in New Orleans is one hell of a vacation
-Can flip eggs without a spatula
Pretty fair trade if I don’t say so myself.