Rejections – a rite of passages

Back in the day, rejection letters were actual letters.  They came in the mail… with stamps and an envelope… the whole nine.  I took a perverse pride in taping them to a prominent wall within my eye-line.  They were my mail order motivational posters.

Now?  Email. Can’t tape an email to a wall. Well, you can if you print it out first.  I’m not going to do that.

I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing. If it happens, it happens.  I’ll be happy.  The work continues no matter what the mail (or email) brings.

I’ve been in the game long enough to not base my worth on stuff like this.  But, getting this on a Friday morning still stings a little.

Calvin has one last talk with Hobbes

Do you love comic strips?  Do you love Calvin and Hobbes?  Do you want to start your morning off with a good cry that seemingly comes from out of nowhere?  Then check out this writing prompt via Samuraitiger19 on reddit:

“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”

In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”

“Yes dear,” Susie said smiling sadly, “He was in the attic.”

Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.

via [EU] In the final minutes of his life, Calvin has one last talk with Hobbes. : WritingPrompts.

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