This blog post is brought to you by the fact that I was born on the 22nd of this month (i.e. today lol) and I wanted to write something ~meaningful! since it’s also the year 2022… Alas, life is just very whatever nowadays, BUT THEN I remembered that this day actually does mark a milestone of sorts.

A decade ago, I sent out my first query letter. Although I received an affirmative response to that query and the agent’s interest was piqued, it ultimately (and obviously) did not work out. I was sad at that first rejection, of course, but I still think back on that event as a tiny victory. These days, it’s difficult to feel victorious, especially about writing. I feel like I’m no longer in the loop. I feel guilty and lazy. In a word, I just feel bad.

But then I think about the fact that I know I am capable, and I know what I am capable of. So, instead of lamenting about the past 10 years and attempting to measure my level of “success,” I’ll just try to remember that once upon a time, someone was interested in my work! And I’ll keep going.