Rejection

I was going to start this blogging week with a post about the upcoming TCG conference.

However, I was just told by members of a theatre that it was not going to produce one of my plays because nobody would come to see it.   I had to share.

That kind of message tends to bring out the more unattractive aspects of my character – the sullen brow, the petulant lower lip, the whine. I bunch up and scribble short stories called My Wasted Life. I torture my husband with sudden rants and intermittent yelps of pain. I write this blog.

The only thing that helps me to cross back to the sunny side is to realize that it happens to all of us all of the time and I look at this letter to Gertrude Stein and smile.

The letter, dated April 19, 1912, reads: “I am only one, only one, only one. Only one being, one at the same time. Not two, not three, only one. Only one life to live, only sixty minutes in one hour. Only one pair of eyes. Only one brain. Only one being. Being only one, having only one pair of eyes, having only one time, having only one life, I cannot read your M.S. three or four times. Not even one time. Only one look, only one look is enough. Hardly one copy would sell here. Hardly one. Hardly one.”

2 Comments

  • By Jennie Webb, June 15, 2011 @ 5:16 pm

    Do NOT write “My Wasted Life” – I already lay claim to that title.

    xoxo

  • By Cindy Cooper, June 19, 2011 @ 9:03 pm

    You can see why Gertrude Stein self-published much of work … I always found that uplifting somehow.

    Cindy Cooper

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