A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, May 20, 2011

Casual Fridays: Keep on keepin' on

Hi guys, it's Britt. 
I've heard time and time again that if you want to be a writer, you must learn to face rejection. Desensitize yourself to it. Realize that it's not personal. But sometimes, rejection just makes me want to do this:

I know that we all face closed doors no matter what career path we've chosen, but if you've ever worked crappy job after crappy job, existed primarily on rice and beans, and faced people asking you what you are "doing with your life," yet another NO stings. It sucks.

Recently, I was rejected for a contest that I thought I had a good shot at winning. I know the number of submissions was high, but I liked my little story. At the post office, I gave my envelope a kiss like it was a favorite child, and told the story to "go out there and get em." 

My beloved little baby didn't do so well. 

Still, if we are going to continue to create, we must be willing to face the rejection dragon.

Some writers paper entire rooms with rejection slips. I have a folder in my office for rejection letters. On the front of it, I've written: "Rejection, but soon to be Acceptance letters." 

I think the important thing is to keep going. Crawl back under the covers for a bit, but then get up, get into the shower, and put the coffee pot on. And sit down to write. 

Have a tenacious weekend, story-makers. See you back here on Monday. 

What do you think? Can we have a little sing-a-long today? Click here.

p.s. I actually like rice and beans. 


  1. And do you know what? If that is a photo of you, there is HOPE. Because your hand is out of the quilts, you are not buried in your rejection. I love your stories. I would publish them if I could. Hang in there. Someday...someday.....

  2. I admire your tenacity, kiddo. You do what you do, it seems to me, for the joy of it. I do wish you the version of success you hope for, but i for one also take comfort in Thomas Gray's assertion that "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And waste its sweetness on the desert air."


    P.S.: Rice and beans is a good thing for a writer to like.