On Saturday, a California woman whose autobiographical novel was rejected by sixteen publishers hosted a funeral for her dream of a writing career, at which “attendees viewed the failed manuscript, rejection letters, refinance papers, useless MFA in creative writing, and the author’s much watched DVD copy of ‘The Secret.’"
(Andrew Sullivan, via The New Yorker)
Mary Patrick Kavanaugh’s website is a virtual graveyard in which you, too, can bury your unfulfilled dreams. Given her obvious sense of humor (and affinity for writing), I seriously doubt that her hopeful spirit can stay down for long. I’m guessing here, but it seems likely that she’ll eventually publish an uplifting anthology about resurrected dreams.
Kidding aside, I can relate to her sense of loss, can’t you? Most of us have traveled through the Valley of the Shadow of Death with our own Works in Progress. And who among us hasn’t felt the crushing blow of rejections, or experienced the death sting of self-inflicted pessimism? Fortunately, we can sound the alarm on LiveJournal when that happens. You’re my heroes, all of you. You’re the first responders who’ve provided life support, time and again, when my writing dreams required a crash cart. No bones about it: I’m grateful.
I created this image at Tombstone Generator.