Do writers need a reject complex? I’ve been feeling ill-fitted everywhere – rejections mounting – one even had the audacity to tell me “please wait a month before you submit again.” Um, I’m sorry – *coughFUCKYOUcough*. I can wait a lot longer than a month. Believe me. I don’t NEED you to publish my work. I don’t NEED you to tell me what’s wrong with it. I don’t NEED you.
I’ve been discovering lately that I don’t want to belong anywhere. I’ve become leery of anyone telling me how to write, what to write, when to write. I don’t want anything to do with that world because every time I stick my toe in, I feel I’ll drown and lose everything I’ve been working on toward my voice, my style, MY poetry.
People might not understand it. People might not like it. But that’s not my job to hold their hands and guide them through. The best of us walk in the dark brush alone, machete in hand, the path behind us.
My writing is my writing is my writing
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2 responses to “My writing is my writing is my writing”
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It is all, as I see it, dark brush. What is there about this human experience that can be known ahead of time? Our beauty and truth are in our, shall we call it, oddness, our unique selves with authentic voices. No, they don’t get to tell you who they think you ought to be. You are. Let us work on developing our night vision. xo
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I’m glad you see it as dark brush, too. Some people seem to follow paths already cut – which is not something I want to do – which is why a machete is so important and good walking shoes.
xo
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