Paper Cranes

So, I was going to update on the next step of BS with writers, and I still will, but in the meantime, I have a personal update that I figured was amusing and required attention.

Today I got a rejection letter.

Now this in itself isn’t uncommon and I’m totally cool with the concept of it. Aside from bad timing, it was almost expected and I’m happy to send this story that was rejected somewhere else. But as I stared at the form letter they sent me, I came to wonder one thing: What do I do with it?

I mean, everyone has some sort of tradition with their rejection letters, be it ignore it, throw it away, or keep it as a trophy like some sort of masochistic big game hunter that only hunts for the sport of hurting themselves. They just kind of take pictures of the gashes and scars the lions, tigers, bears and Dick Cheney leave on them. Hell, Stephen King reportedly kept all of his rejection letters on a nail until he ran out of room. So the question comes…how do I deal with mine? I used to burn them when I was younger and before getting serious, but how do I deal with them now that I’m a little more mature (very little, mind you)?

There we go.

Legend has it that if you were to fold a thousand of these little bastards, you get a wish. So, despite not being superstitious, for the sake of amusing myself and having a joke to tell others…I figure being able to gather a thousand rejections and then wishing to become a world renowned author or being able to do that before I get a thousand rejections equals a win-win scenario for me! So hey, let’s do this thing!

My first one was a little ugly, but it still looks like a crane. I figure I’ll get better with time. Though I made a vow to myself to get published in a big way before I get good at folding the things. I imagine that I’ll pick it up faster than someone picks me up. Still, it’s good to have something to score yourself against.

However…

If I get that good, I’m screwed.