Every night, she gave the class a short writing assignment. They were a lot of fun, but best of all was receiving feedback on my writing every single day! "You are a natural essayist," she wrote on one of my pieces toward the end of the program. Until she said that, I had no idea that what I was writing were personal essays. This opened up a whole new world for me.
Recently I saw a call for submissions posted on a blog I follow.
It sparked an idea in me that I developed in the shower one morning.
Still dripping, I ran to the computer and typed up a quick draft.
Over the next few days I read the samples linked from the website and I realized that I'd gone in a different direction.
So I sat down with my essay and - over the next two drafts - cleaned up the prose, pared it back, and tweaked it to fit more with what the editor was looking for.
Then, shortly after midnight on the deadline, I submitted my essay.
I woke at 6:00 the next morning to find my rejection letter waiting for me - quickest rejection ever!
But it was a nice one, which I certainly appreciate.
It reads, in part:
Thank you for your submission for [redacted].
I enjoyed reading it, but in the end, decided not to choose it for publication.
It was one of the best submissions I received, though, and I encourage you to submit it elsewhere.