Changing Times

Last night I went through some storage containers holding old writing stuff to see what was in there and what I no longer needed.

I found manuscripts, contest entries, award certificates, agent/editor submissions, and rejection letters and cards. I found my first and second manuscripts, written with such joy and ignorance of the “rules”, and a novice expectation that these stories would be snatched up by publishers and tossed right to the top of the NYT bestseller list. (Multiple rejections...