The past year, I have been diligently sending out my short stories to various journals. This is a major psychological step for me. My stories have always been just that, mine, and I have not wanted to share them with a larger audience. A feeling, I'm sure, that is partially rooted in my own fear of rejection. So far rejection is all my stories have found in the wider world.
This past week I received yet another letter saying "no thanks." This one came from Cezanne's Carrot, a journal who...