im-auntie-social:

naamahdarling:

jewfrogs:

this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about

I have a friend who is an editor, and gets submissions of mostly poetry and short stories.

I have had a glimpse into her slush pile, and let me tell you, the contents were unbelievable and immediately disabused me of the notion that reading through submissions is in any way glamorous. People have the nerve to submit unhinged paranoid ramblings, fetish porn, and a seemingly endless supply of poems about masturbation.

I no longer feel like my fiction is somehow an imposition on the people who read it. It may be forgettable, but at least it isn’t typeset to look like sperm.

Do not be afraid to submit your work. Your competition is not only worse than you think, it’s worse than you ever imagined.

I want “[my fiction] may be forgettable, but at least it isn’t typeset to look like sperm” stitched on a sampler and hung over my desk.