blackbird singing in the dead of night
take these broken wings and learn to fly
all my life
you were only waiting for this moment to arise
black bird fly
black bird fly
into the light of the dark black night
~the beatles, blackbird

feeling low, beaten, demoralized. received the dreaded words via email, 'we regret that we cannot offer you representation at this time...this is only our opinion...keep at it...another agent might feel differently..." bla bla bla...

i go back and forth between feeling the hours i spend writing are worth it and a tremendous waste...one extreme or the other.

i heard blackbird just now @ coffee shop and found it both uplifting and upsetting...apparently living in extremes is my current way of being.

gonna do some serious soul searching over this current project of mine. the message i'm getting from agents is similar but vague.

and i know, i know, it's amazing i'm receiving feedback at all. but it sucks to feel i'm getting close only to have the door slammed in my face the same moment it was so graciously cracked open.

traveling from modern day hawaii back to 17th century connecticut and in a blink.

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