Going through the motions

I’ve long since given up pretending writing is anything other than cheap therapy. I don’t have the patience for reporting and I’m not famous and or interesting enough to make it in the personal essay world. But writing is a good way to sort through the thoughts in my head and commit them to paper. To read back and see patterns that I hadn’t considered. To be forced to identify conclusions.

I tried to write some fiction last year and I actually thought it was pretty good but I have been rejected from every single short story competition, zine, magazine, website, and mentoring scheme I…