My Literary Niche

Burning Out the Old (again)

2012-01-01T15:47:00.000-08:00

As is our family tradition, last night was spent with a small gathering at home. We used the last hour or so of 2011 to burn out old issues from the year and manifest new energies for the new year. Sitting around the fire pit, each of us wrote on a piece of wood (or two) and tossed the fuel into the already roaring flames.

Several months ago I was feeling distracted and burdened by a box of rejection letters I had sitting on a shelf in my office. I queried suggestions on FB for dealing with them and decided that burning them at end of the year sounded like the most satisfying.

There were several years when the letters were a representation that I am, in fact, a writer because I had written enough to send pieces out for possible publication and been rejected. There were several rejections for one essay that is about to be released in an anthology. Realizing that this one particular essay had to be turned away before it was ultimately accepted felt pretty good.

I kept a few letters out of the burn pile because they had specific remarks or feedback that were complimentary or that I wasn't sure I had recorded in electronic version. I keep a record of where and when I send writing out and what the basic responses were. This way of course I don't resend the same piece out redundantly.

After watching the papers burn it occurred to me that even if I missed a couple of nice words, there is simply no need to keep anything negative around. I don't need rejections to prove I am a writer. I no longer feel the need for that particular badge of honor.

So I tossed the rest in and watched them release the last of the negative energy that I know will ultimately be reabsorbed into life in general and redistributed into something more productive.

Annotation Nation

2011-10-25T09:57:00.000-07:00

A FB friend just pointed this site out. As I haven't been offering annotations/book reviews lately, this site offers ongoing additions.

http://annotationnation.wordpress.com/

It's been a long time coming

2011-10-23T20:57:00.000-07:00

For the first time, I am writing about my first marriage.

Twenty-nine years ago, today, I swapped vows with my first husband. It ended badly a few months later.

For a good portion of my adult life I wouldn't even admit to the marriage. I used to make a point of wording my sentences very carefully when discussing former husbands so that someone had to listen very, very carefully to hear that I could count more than two. I have a son from my second marriage and a daughter from my third (which is where I parked and have stayed for 22+ years), so it is impossible not to refer to at least one ex-husband. I was mighty clever for a long time, and no one figured it out.

In recent years I have been more open about it, but I share very little information with anyone beyond my immediate family and close circle of friends. I'm honestly not sure exactly who knows what because I talk about it so little.

I was trying to decide if the story I am ready to tell would be best written as an essay or a short story. So far the essay approach is winning out.

I'm kind of excited.

Acceptance at Last!!!

2011-09-02T08:54:00.000-07:00

I was going to post the acceptance email here. But it felt odd, so I won't. I had an essay, currently entitled "Scent Memories," accepted for publication by a press called Insolent Aardvark.

Insolent Aardvark

It is one of my favorite pieces that has been rejected by six other publications. I did a reading of it 2 or more years ago for the Redwood Writers Club and got a really good response. I changed the title for this submission; titles are not my strongest writing, so I'm wondering if that last change is was pushed it over the top and got it accepted.

I sent it out because my friend James Celestino had a short story accepted by the same publication. They asked him if he could refer some non-fiction writers because they didn't have enough pieces from the open submission period. He contacted me, I sent one it and IT WAS ACCEPTED!!

Funnily enough I'm not jumping up and down screaming, as I have done in the past when something was accepted for publication. I am feeling okay about it. And posting the information online. And texting my kids. *sigh*

Triumph is a good feeling.

Back in the Saddle Again

2011-05-14T12:11:00.000-07:00

Whew! It has been one very long year for lots of reasons. I finally feel able to sit down and focus on creative writing again after a long battle with near apathy.

Last month I sent out two submission. One was the second piece of flash "fiction" that I have written. The definition of flash fiction seems to vary from publication to publication and anywhere from a 300-1000 word maximums. I have had a moment in time rattling around in my head for quite awhile and finally decided to write it down. It is only a few sentences long, a very, very short story, and I think it will leave potential readers filling in their own meanings.

The second piece is an essay I wrote several years ago. The publication wanted an essay that was something like 500 words less than the one I wanted to send. So I took a good long look at the pages and ultimately cut more than 500 words. And of course it is now a much stronger piece that I feel really good about. The art is certainly in the revision.

I'm also back to work on my book about investigating my own molestation story. I have cut a great deal out of the the original idea. I was simply trying to include too much, and it made the story unwieldy to write. I have decided to focus entirely on telling the simple story of being molested and the investigation and comparison of my memories to the facts I uncover. I have tossed out the retelling of my experience with PTSD. The memoir component that will reflect on my reactions both then and now will likely prove to be interesting enough to write and hopefully to read.

Writing and submitting again. Yep, that's me back up on that horse!

Books Part 3

2010-09-17T09:13:00.001-07:00

This time around are three completely different books; each is an incredible piece of literature for very different reasons.

Endurance: Shackleton's Incredible Voyage by Alfred Lansing
This story has been told already, several times in fact. It has been the subject of at least two other books, including a pictorial of the actual events as captured by the ship's photographer. Lansing's style of story-telling, however, takes the reader far beyond the retelling of a harrowing event. He spends time developing characters, much like a novelist would, and he begins with the ship herself as she struggles to survive long enough to see her crew off safely. Riveting, fascinating and sometimes terribly disturbing, I could not put this down.

Lit: A Memoir by Mary Karr
This is a follow-up to Karr's earlier memoir, The Liars' Club, where she danced deftly between observing her parent's demons and fending them off. Here she attacks only her demons, and does so in a brutally honest and incredibly creative way. Not may authors can get away with prose like:

"Through that fishbowl lens, you’ve been looking for the truth most of your life. Recently that wide eye has come to settle on me and I’ve felt like Odysseus, albeit with less guile and fewer escape routes, the lens itself embodying the one-eyed Cyclops."

AND

"I shit you not!"

And once again she goes beyond the naval gazing effect of the confessional memoir to share her descent into alcoholism and climb out into the arms of her newly discovered God. So good on so many levels.

The Kiss by Kathryn Harrison
This is not for the faint of heart. It is the story surrounding Harrison's incestuous relationship with her estranged father. There are no real details of the sexual encounters included, only the raw emotional truth that resulted. I kept asking myself how something so horrific could be written so beautifully. I have read some of her fiction, which is quite good, but the level of writing here is above and beyond the other attempts at retelling her story through fictional characters. As difficult as this must have been for her to write (and I once heard her tell a story about just that) the truth truly set her creative powers free.

Silly Ol' Internet!

2010-06-23T12:39:00.000-07:00

I have been honing my online research skills for a few years now. Investigating my (deceased) childhood abuser has proven to be very challenging and so has forced me to learn to be creative and patient in my searches.

It has also taught me that although we are in the new technology age, the information age, that not a ton of information is available online. Okay, there is a ton, but not as much as one might think or as accurate. In fact, unless one chooses to have an online presence, it is difficult to track someone down without having access to government records (many of which are simply not available to honest lay-people).

For instance, I spent years looking for my good friend Pat. I knew that he left the area when he joined the Air Force, but I didn't know if he was still on active duty, where he had settled, etc. The military doesn't exactly post regular updates about where its people are living/working. I actually sent out several emails over the years hoping to track him down. Eventually it worked, abut 10 years after I started. He made an obscure posting on an obscure website years ago that happened to have a still active email address attached to it. We have been in touch ever since, and I eventually convinced him to join Facebook for more regular contact.

Recently I have been searching another old friend, Flo. I heard from a mutual friend, who is nearly invisible on-line or off, that she had married her long-time sweetheart and said honey was now teaching. I stumbled across his (the honey's) name because he is an active musician and pops up occasionally online. About 5 years ago I sent off an email to the band address asking about her, but heard nothing. This week I found him on MySpace and sent him a message. So far nothing.

Then I found a listing for them both in San Francisco--IN THE ONLINE WHITE PAGES. D'Oh!! I could just call her at home!

That is way too easy. Calling someone at home? Isn't that a little out there? I mean, email is a nice safe way to make contact and just as easy a way to avoid someone. I'm going to have to think about this...

With Some Explanation

2010-06-16T14:14:00.000-07:00

Part 2 of my list of favorite non-fiction books, but this time I'm going to include some exploration of what I enjoyed about each one.

Fire in a Cane Break: The Last Mass Lynching in America by Laura Wexler
Lynchings are not a new concept, and one reason many stories are still timely is because the silence surrounding the perpetrators is slowly cracking. This leads, in a few cases at least, to prosecution of the evil doers. This book takes the time to solve a decades old mystery. The author spent probably hundreds of hours doing research and tracking down the living survivors, guilty and innocent, of a horrific and unjustified mass lynching. Wexler takes what could be a fairly simple story and tells it in a way that is always riveting. I find her combination of reporting and suspense building to be inspiring.

Wrapped in Rainbows: Life of Zora Neale Hurston by Valerie Boyd
I originally purchased this book because I wanted to work with Valerie in my graduate program. I did work with her, but didn't read the book until a few years later in preparation to teach a Hurston novel for a community college English class. This book is the first time that someone attempted to unravel the various stories that Hurston told about herself to get to the truth of an extraordinary life. A fascinating story, and great insight, about a fascinating woman.

Devil in the White City by Erik Larson
Why are we fascinated with serial killers? Never mind, don't try and answer that. Just read this book. Larson does a wonderful job of telling the stories of the Chicago World's Fair just before the turn of the 20th century, one of the first serial killers who preyed on people who flocked to the fair, and the detective who cracked the murder cases. The author's only flaw is his tendency to take on the lofty tone and sentence structure of the men of late 19th century Chicago, and to refer to historical happenings that were (sometimes only peripherally) related to the story as if we all know all the stories. It sucks to be on the outside of an inside joke without enough information to find the story yourself.

Let's Not Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller
I could relate to most of Fuller's experience even though she grew up in Africa on a ranch and I grew up in a small town in the U.S. The woman simply has a great way of telling a story. An interesting life doesn't hurt.

Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy
On one hand this is an incredibly inspiring book. A young girl lives through cancer, the chemotherapy and years of failed reconstructive surgeries. She is a world-class poet and all around fun gal. On the other hand it is depressing because she ultimately died of a drug overdose. It is still a great read.

A reason for book lists

2010-06-09T21:27:00.000-07:00

Here comes the cliche:
In order to be a good writer, an aspiring writer must be a reader.

I do read a lot. I have a very bad habit of going from one book to the next, a bit like an addict I suppose (big surprise). I don't always take the time to digest the contents before I move onto the next fix.

Instead of just chewing them up and spitting them out, I thought it would be interesting to begin a list of non-fiction books I have read (and enjoyed) in the last few years. I'll do this periodically, and possibly add in novels as I go.

Consider this Part 1. Some new and some classics (in no particular order):
The Possibility of Everything by Hope Edelman
Shot in the Heart by Mikal Gilmore
Columbine by Dave Cullen
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

Followed by a nice gentle rejection

2010-06-02T14:26:00.000-07:00

The agent from NM that I queried has apparently moved and left no forwarding address as the snail-mail query I sent out was returned undeliverable. There IS a typo in her address, but not enough to keep the letter from making it to the proper destination. There is the possibility that the agent herself didn't like the typo and returned it unopened for that reason alone. She has already ignored my email query (even though one of her clients TOLD me to email her), so after sending an email request for her correct snail-mail address and hearing nothing, I may just give up. I can live with that.

The NY agent who was recommended by another friend sent a very nice rejection today after looking over my proposal, summary and sample chapter. It was short, sweet and to the point. Nothing really to complain about.

Am I disappointed, yes. Devastated? No. Absolutely not.

I'd like to do more research and writing before I send out any more queries or copies of the proposal. ALTHOUGH if someone wanted to send me to an agent, I wouldn't grouse about it.

And another referral...

2010-05-19T08:02:00.001-07:00

I sent my proposal to a good writer friend. He read it through and then suggested I send it off to an agent friend of his.

Nice!

Even if nothing comes of the referral, it is very validating to get that kind of response from another writer.

I still haven't heard from the last agent I queried, so I checked out online info about her. My buddy at AWP had suggested that I shoot her of a quick email to see if she would like to take a look at my proposal. As it turns out, she doesn't accept email queries. That is kind of frustrating, especially as I should have checked more closely before I sent out the email. So I will print the query out (and of course doing a quick revision) and resend it via snail-mail today.

And with any luck I will have the energy to do some creative writing today and avoid grading papers.

A Published Essay!!!

2010-05-01T11:12:00.000-07:00

Can be found at this wonderful online journal:

http://storyscapejournal.com/

And There It Goes...

2010-04-26T11:24:00.001-07:00

I just sent off a query email to a literary agent suggested by a good acquaintance. Let's be honest here, a referral from one writer to another for an agent is like gold. Or at least that is my perspective today. I might not feel the same way in a month when I have heard nothing from her.

Interesting article about book marketing

2010-03-14T11:27:00.000-07:00

Stimulating Conversation Blog

Congratulations!

2010-03-07T19:31:00.001-08:00

"We love your piece, 'One Simple List,' and would like to publish this in Storyscape Journal."

*sigh*

I'm a happy camper.

Oh, and they'd like to include it in their print version. Hah!

2010-03-07T19:31:00.000-08:00

We love your piece, "One Simple List," and would like to publish this in Storyscape Journal.

"Please Read Previous Issues"

2010-02-10T13:29:00.000-08:00

The warning we often see embedded in submission guidelines is to read past issues before submitting. Make sure that our work is in line with the kinds of writing that they publish. Make sure that the subject matter I prefer to write about is their idea of "literary."

But what if I read previous submissions and simply do not like the writing that you publish? What if I find themes of that particular poem to be uninteresting? What if I don't find anything included in that journal to be up to my personal standards? What if the call for submissions, or the submissions information page has typos?

I suppose then that I can feel superior, un-bookmark the cite, delete the email from my inbox, or simply not return for further reading.

It's nice to have some feeling of control over where I WANT to send my work.

Inspiration

2010-01-26T22:22:00.000-08:00

One thing that aspiring writers hear over and over again is that we must read. Reading is the path to learning to write. By reading we will subconsciously upload the grammar rules, the magic of the fusion of dependent and independent clauses. We will come to understand coordination and sub-ordination; we will absorb the rules of organization and development. We will follow the path set forth by writers who are so very good at what they do that they are published in books that we can grab in our hands, or upload onto our screens.

I don't disagree with this, but I think the reailty goes much farther than that. The less aspiring I become and the more comfortable I am with the writing life, the more I find that reading inspires me. It always feels good to connect to a writer through their art, that is not a new feeling. But to near the end of a book and see visions of my own works swirling between my eyes and the pages in my hands is more powerful a feeling than I might of anticipated had I thought about it.

Feeling inspired at the beginning of a book is nothing particularly new to me. I often make notes about structure or pacing when I am on the first dive into a new book. The inspiration and effort ultimately wanes as I become more immersed in the pages, my notes set aside and my mind wrapped fully within the prose. But later, when I am nearing the end, reading so quickly because I am anxious for each word, then re-reading because I don't want to miss anything (and more importantly don't really want the book to end), I am finding that I am filled with a new kind of inspiration that verges on overwhelming. I feel my own stories are connected to the words of another in a different way than I had been led to believe.

And I like it.

:-)

Revision Update

2010-01-18T16:40:00.001-08:00

I did hear back from the editor. She would love to have me send her a revision of my earlier submission. Now the questions. What does it need? What can I do to strengthen it, update it, make it better? Suddenly I see the value in having a schedule that regularly allows me to write so that I can keep current within a writing group. Harumph.

To Revise or Not To Revise

2010-01-12T13:03:00.001-08:00

Well over a year ago I submitted a (hastily written but well proof-read) essay to be considered in an anthology. This week I heard from the editor with an update about the glitches she has encountered in trying to complete the project and get in published. The gist of the email was, if this is taking too long for you, let me know and I'll pull your submission out of the pile.

My attitude is not that this is taking too long, the piece was written specifically for her anthology, but that what I really need to do is a complete rewrite. Now, my piece may be in her pile of rejections already; I do believe that the email was simply a courtesy at large, not meant just for folks she was considering including. I wrote her back and gave her the out of rejecting the essay outright, or leaving it all alone for now, or letting me do a rewrite. Not sure when or if I will get a reply, but having the information certainly makes it easier for me to let it go in general for now.

Even if it does desperately need to be rewritten.

*sigh*

Gotta love indirect rejections

2009-04-15T16:45:00.000-07:00

Today I received an email from "A Room of One's Own" contest I submitted to in January (see post below). In the body of the message was a list of the contest winners. My name does not appear anywhere within the email save for the address. Guess I didn't win...

2 More Out There

2009-01-19T11:25:00.000-08:00

Last week I submitted an essay to Tiny Lights Essay Contest. It went out the old fashioned way, in an envelope!

Then I squeaked in under the deadline for the "A Room Of Her Own 2009 Orland Prizes" via their online submission page.

Between the two, both of my favorite essays are out.

I am attempting to renew my commitment to my writing. I say attempting because it is really that, an attempt at accomplishing something that is difficult for me to do: write regularly.

Making time to write reminds me a little of being eighteen and not visiting my best friend's mom. Although sitting and talking with Carol felt great, even and especially without my best friend there, I didn't allow myself to go back or fall into a habit. Instead the habit became the lack of visits, the self-flogging I regularly gave myself for not doing something for myself that felt good and healthy. Maybe I didn't visit because I knew that Carol would push me to think more, to consider more outside my own reality and I simply wasn't ready to face her help. More likely, I didn't go because it was good for me and made me feel good. It wasn't partying, it wasn't getting lost in a boy, or a book, or a job.

Eventually I did allow myself the pleasure of her sister's company. I allowed myself to call and visit Miriam often. So much so that by the time she died she was my mother. But that was all many years later.

Writing reminds me of the non-visits with Carol because I know how good writing makes me feel, how much it makes me reach inside myself to learn and grow and exercise my brain, my creativity. It also seems to represent the last vestiges of internal self-loathing, of the mistaken belief that I am not worthy and do not deserve to feel good or to succeed.

But I do deserve to feel good. I am worthy. I can and will succeed. Eventually both of my favorite essays will be accepted and published. And acclaimed.

Apparently I'm not a Glass Woman

2009-01-10T11:09:00.000-08:00

Glass Woman Prize: sent an electronic submission in July.
December: I'm not on the list of winners or runners up listed on the website.

*sigh*

The only submission I have outstanding right now is for the Phat Girls Anthology. No way of knowing when I will hear back about that. I check on occasion to see if the book itself has been published yet, just so that I can keep my records up to date.

I'm feeling pretty disappointed in myself that I haven't had the time or the energy to submit, let alone do much writing, the last few months. It is definitely a trade. I love teaching, which is what I was doing 48% of the time (48% is the official load number, I really worked much more than that), while filling in the other 62% working in the Writing Center. While I'm the kind of person who can accomplish a lot in a short amount of time, sustained busy-ness tends to exhaust me. So I spent a good portion of the fall happily exhausted.

Spring semester looks more balanced from here. I am, however, working on office space. I NEED a space outside of the house proper to be able to focus and work and avoid the distractions of laundry, dishes, food, phone calls and whining dogs (they are probably the worst distractions; their point of view is that my being home means that I am at their disposal). Case in point: As I am writing this, Teddy is speaking rather harshly to me, awooo-ing and barking to let me know that he wants to go out. Never mind that there is another person in the house, one who is closer to the door Teddy wants to go through.

I'll keep you posted as to when I send something out.

Newest response

2008-08-06T07:41:00.001-07:00

It is always a mixed blessing to find a self-addressed stamped envelope in the mailbox. To see my own handwritings staring back at me amongst the pile of bills and solicitations is at first perplexing why would I send something to myself, and then quickly, oh, right, a submission response. Then I take a deep breath and I contemplate timing, How long will I wait until I open it? Now? Here in the driveway in the the sunlight? After I am in the house? Later today? Not at all?

When the first SASEs started coming in, I would rip them open as soon as I realized what they were. That didn't last long, cause who wants to open something that the odds say will carry news they don't want to hear? In fact the only written acceptance I have received, thus far, has been via email. In general, I wait until I am in the house, in the kitchen where I can put the rest of the pile down temporarily, before I rip open my once pristine envelope.

I stated earlier that an SASE is a mixed blessing. Even if it contains a rejection, or in this week's case a list of winners that doesn't include me, the up side is that it frees that particular essay up for submitting to another publication or contest. Then it no longer stagnates on my record of submissions list.

To make a long story short (too late), I did not win this year's Crab Orchard Review Literary Award in creative nonfiction. I had entered my favorite essay to date, Beautiful Damage.

So as of today, I have 3 submissions out.

When Was the Last Time I Submitted?

2008-07-08T11:31:00.000-07:00

I was just looking through my submission records, and I haven't sent anything out since May! Wow, I let those old rejections get me down for too long.

Today I submitted my essay "Lesson in Love" to the Glass Woman Prize. I read some past contest winners and they were remarkable. check it out:

http://www.sigriddaughter.com/GlassWomanPrize.htm

On the writing side:
I finally finished a book review for the Earthly Delights blog:
http://earthlydelights.typepad.com/

I am in the process of revising individual essays for a manuscript tentatively entitled "Beautiful Damage: Pieces of a Life." It is most all memoir, and each piece can stand alone. I'm hoping to submit it to the Bakeless book prize. The deadline is in September, so I have time (if I budget well). http://www.middlebury.edu/academics/blwc/bakeless/

Weekend Note

2008-06-16T13:24:00.001-07:00

A fairly kind, personalized rejection arrived in my inbox yesterday. It reads:

Thank you for your submission, which is very close to the sort of stories we are looking for. It is an unusual method of telling a story, from a unique angle. However, in the end we felt it doesn't quite transcend itself. It doesn't quite make a riveting story, as is. My suggestion (if the piece happens to be "untrue") would be to maintain the professional sounding voice while making the items in your sub-clauses more and more ludicrous, as a way of satirizing the mundane. It's not right for Storyscape, but we wish you the best of luck in placing your piece.

It is really a nice note, the advice is good. Except that the piece she is referring to is true. It is a true story of growing up in the home that I sold 3 years ago. Ah well. Back to the drawing board.

Tuesday

2008-06-10T15:29:00.001-07:00

Today I received two rejections. One for an essay sent to Conte, an online lit journal.

The other from Sarah Jane Freyman Agency declining to look at my book proposal.

I also cleaned out my old rejection letter file folder, snipping the edges off each and every one and adding them to my rejection box.

Rejections and Resubmit

2008-05-23T10:47:00.000-07:00

One new essay submission went out this week to StoryScape online.

I finally found the fine print on the agent's website that I submitted to three months ago that says, "We will let you know within two weeks if we would like more information about your project." So I guess they aren't interested in representing me. On to the next.

Sent out query letters for my book proposal to 3 agents.

1 agent has already sent a thanks but no thanks note.

New Submissions and Rejections

2008-05-04T16:01:00.000-07:00

Today I submitted 2 essays to the Writer's Digest Annual Writing Contest.

Last week I received a very nice, and personalized, rejection from Seal Press.

Submissions

2008-03-26T13:09:00.000-07:00

List of literary journals submitted to this month:

Crab Orchard Review Literary Awards–a nonfiction essay
Copper Nickel: Special Issue Women Writing The West–a nonfiction essay

Still waiting to hear from:
Memoir (and) for an essay submission

Seal Press for a book proposal submission

Levine Greenberg who I solicited looking for representation for a memoir.

The Rejection Box

2008-03-25T14:46:00.000-07:00

One or more brilliant souls came up with the idea of making a special place to file the inevitable rejection letters that both lead and follow acceptance letters: a "Rejection Box."

I always liked the idea–in theory.

I liked the idea of having a very specific place to put the letters that validate my existence as a real writer. I originally envisioned an old shoe box, covered in some sort of clever, but literary, decoupage. In my mind, some days it looked like a papier mâché masterpiece, others it was covered in dragonfly stickers (to denote creativity) or inspiring pictures of women writers. After many unsuccessful and frustrating trips to the craft store, I was about to give up. Then I discovered a box of chocolates leftover from New Years Eve.

We had hosted a party this year to ring/drink/burn out 2007. Lots of booze and chocolate came in the door. One box in particular of tiny chocolate morsels was unique. It opened from the top, but the lid was attached in a way that really can only be truly understood if you could see it for yourself. I don't have a camera handy, so the picture will have to wait. Suffice to say that the top is in two pieces, each attached to opposite ends of the box and opened in the middle.

I found a handful of rejection letters and carefully cut out only the important words, leaving the empty places to be put into the recycling bid. If the form letter was rather small, I cut off the corners, removing the sharpest parts of the paper. Even though I believed in the idea of a rejection box, it reality it seemed a little silly–until I put the first letter in. I actually felt a sense of relief. Nice.

One of the reasons for this blog is to share submission triumphs and disappointments. So here is where I will also share additions to the Rejection Box.

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