I've written a bit about rejection before. To put it ineloquently: it sucks. Almost all writers experience rejection at some point. And for many of us, we experience it multiple times. However, I've (sort of) tried to reframe how I think about it. You see, two years ago, I was accepted to the Kenyon Writers Workshop . That name may not mean anything to people outside of my industry, but in the writing world, it carries weight. I had been rejected from Kenyon twice and waitlis

Whether Plath is overrated is a hotly contested topic, and I won't enter that debate here. What I will say though is that this post appeared in my X/Twitter feed and it was spot on that day. I meant to blog about this on the 4th but didn't, which now that I think about it is very fitting considering the content of her journal entry: This also reminds me that I need to read The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath , which has been on my bookshelf collecting dust as I prioritize

I can't recall if I've written about this subject before. I think I have touched on it, but more in a general sense instead of writing about my own. If I do repeat something I've said already though, I do apologize. Regardless, I have desecrated my body at least thrice more since the time I would have written of tattoos here, if in fact I did visit the topic, so there will still be new things to say besides. Many people have been surprised once they discovered that I am tatto