I have been traveling on the roads of writing since I was nine years old. I can easily say I've been a writer since then because of my need to write. Perseverance comes from-- not my go-getter attitude-- not being able to stop myself.
I admit I am one of the more thin-skinned writers out there. If you feel cruddy after getting a rejection, I'm probably crying. Yet, I submit to publications even with the knowledge rejection is a lot closer than acceptance. Do you, dear readers, have armor against the arrows of rejection?
Recently, I received an acceptance of a poem I've been submitting to places for nine months and another a few months back it took me years to place. It feels great to see someone enjoy a piece you were losing hope in. What was the longest it took for one of your stories/poems to get accepted?
Did you ever have a period where you stopped writing and/or submitting? How long did it last and why did it start?
Writing like crazy,