I'm not as upset as one might think I'd be. The experience was important for me and I actually enjoyed it. This enjoyment confims yet again that this is what I want to do with my life.
What I'm talking about is the story I submitted to Glimmertrain's New Writer's contest. I got the rejection today. I was proud of my work and this rejection doesn't make me any less proud of it. It is one of my best.
Now, I'm going to research and find another magazine to which to send it. Because of the Christian elements, I really should find a Christian magazine. A Christian audience would appreciate it more.
I wish they would have accepted it. Wouldn't it have been great to run and tell my mom and tell my writing professor? I say this with a strange emotion - like soda pop all shaken up. It's happy and sad and adventurous all at once. Like I was a wrestler that faced a wrestling match and found that I like it.