Don't bring a word processor to a spell-casting 🪄

On rejection, magic, and low-key ennui

Dear friends,

My best and latest rejection for my novel landed in my inbox this morning. No matter how reconciled and chill I tell myself I am, a rejection always feels like being kicked in the chest by something large and well-trained in the art of kicking. 

I sat down with my beloveds and we talked, and eventually I realized it’s time to change tack.

So I have a new mission. It goes something like don’t bring a knife to a gunfight, except in my case it’s more like, Don’t bring a word processor to a spell-casting.

It’s time to bring the magic. I’m going the full woo on publishing this book now. 

What do I mean “the full woo”? I’m going to completely leave cultural assumptions behind about publishing, and treat this the way I would any other magical pursuit. I’m actually pretty good at magic. I’m surprised it’s taken until now to realize that’s what’s called for.

Tell me about times you brought the woo to a gunfight and prevailed. The wackier the better. I can’t be the only one who needs to…