I’ve written so much. I’ve been rejected so much. And some of the stuff that’s been rejected is really good; at least I think so.

I still long for adulation or even just faint praise. I mean, I can’t help it. Who do I write, anyway, right? So I’m publishing my damn rejected work right here, laid out in all its inglorious failure. My REJECTIONS.

Read and weep for me. And for the love of god, if you actually like what I’ve written, click on “Like.” Please? You will stroke my soul. Thank you.