Rejection has its place. For awhile I kept my rejection letters, scanning them once, never to revisit them. Few writers do, although there’s some who think it’s a nifty idea to post them on their web sites, complete with the name of the publisher, editor or agent that turned them down. But I had my pile, and then it hit me, why the hell keep these? These letters are the equivalent of bills already paid. I don’t keep paid bills around.

So I shredded’em. Just like nuking any other useless piece of paper, there was zero emotional response.

And that was the cool part for me, that it meant absolutely nothing to get rid of them. Why should it? They’ve already served their purpose.

I’m not trying to prove anyone wrong – I’m writing.

Before this site, I used to read other blogs, particularly those by writers. Call it blog envy. Diaries, journals, blogs whatever we call them this week – to me they are the same a low cost of entry podium to share ideas.

There’s one blog/journal I’ve followed for a bit now, evany.com. Originally it was a site, mostly static text, all the pages pink. Then the author added a journal, one that stressed function over elegance. It’s funny and sometimes witty. I can’t remember how I found it in the first place, but for some reason I kept reading. Recently the updates stopped. Perhaps they will return shortly?

The entry stoppage brings me to the real challenge of blogging – the burden of content rests with the author. Come to think of it, that’s the biggest challenge of writing as well…