A Week of Reintegration – Family Visits, Haircuts, and Roses – and Rejections

Goldfinch in Flight

A Week of Reintegration – Diving In

This goldfinch in flight represents my own approach to this week – diving back into reintegration this week. Our state, like many, dropped the requirement for vaccinated people to wear masks outside and even many situations indoors. I am cautiously embracing not wearing masks outdoors (yay!) but indoors I’m still wearing masks in public just to protect myself and to make other people feel comfortable, but I am having visits with friends and family who are vaccinated indoors without masks. Whew! That’s a lot of mask talk.

I got a haircut (wearing masks, but still), strolled around the waterfront at Kirkland looking at roses (with my mask off, so I could literally stop and smell the roses – such a pleasure I had forgotten), and a mini-family-reunion/late birthday celebration with my little brother and his wife. Getting a haircut seemed like such a luxury after the last year and a half – and I felt so much better (more myself?) with shorter, sassier hair. Seeing my little brother after such a stressful six months meant I felt similarly thankful. Walking around the Kirkland waterfront and being able to smell the air and the flowers – something I took for granted before last February – felt like a small step towards normalcy.

Pink clematis from my garden

Birds and Blooms This Week

It’s late May, which means the garden is changing. My own roses aren’t blooming (dang deer ate the tops of every rose, eve the ones in “deer proof” cages) but the peonies are about to go, the pink clematis, rhododendrons, and azaleas are blooming, and the birds are singing loudly every morning. I find myself sitting outside on the deck more and more each day, especially the cloudy days, and the birds are getting more comfortable with me.

Peekaboo woodpecker

And a Week of Rejections

Unlike this woodpecker, I was not able to hide from being hammered by rejections this week. Despite all the joyful things, I did feel a little discouraged be the sheer number (I think it was seven) of them. I know that rejection is part of the writer’s life, but it can feel like “Why do I even bother?” and also “This is an expensive form of gambling (since submissions cost from $3 for most lit mags, to $25 for most book contests).”

Sylvia Plath said: “I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”

I wish I had that good an attitude towards them. I often feel like they are a sign I should quit writing or that I should just to stop sending out. I have a few friends who get together a couple of times a year to do a submissions thing together. If it were not for them, I probably would not have sent anything out this week. The other thing is that on social media, it always seems like people are always celebrating new book contracts with great publishers or winning contracts or grants and it’s hard not to compare yourself and feel like a failure.

This is part of why I’ve been looking for a part-time work-from-home job – so I had something that was steady that might distract me from the merry-go-round of “yay, acceptance” and “boo, rejections” (and gave me a steady source of income.) Also talking to other writers going through the same thing helps. Part of why I’m writing this part of the blog post is to share that yes, this part of the writing life is hard, expensive, and sometimes feels like it’s not worth the effort. If you feel that way, I understand. The old lottery adage, “You can’t win if you don’t play” comes to mind.

Striped pink rose

I know that it seems so easy for some people – they get solicited by top-tier journals and publishers, they win a book contest on their first try or they have a drink at a bar with an editor who then publishes their book. But for most writers, rejection was a big part of their journey. I feel like this is still more true for women writers than men writers. I literally had a dream where someone told me “No one wants to hear from a woman over 38.” I hope that is not true.

It’s cloudy today, and I will try to get some writing done (much more fun and life-affirming for me than submitting.) I will notice the birds and flowers of May even through the gloom. And I am trying to see the world more optimistically, that we are almost (hopefully) at the end of the time of pandemic. I am feeling more and more ready every day to reintegrate into the world. I’ve been taking it slow, but taking little steps is key.