Inspired stories and poems, carefully edited and re-worked to what she hoped was perfection. Proof-read for typos, printed onto pristine paper. Crisp sheets inserted into an envelope, addressed, stamped, fingers crossed, dropped into the big red post box.
Replies bounced back into her mailbox at alarming speed. Rejections, all of them rejections. She decided to paper her walls, put them to good use, a great talking point.
One space to complete the wall. She met the postman at the gate, eagerly accepted the envelope, tore it open. Oh…she’d been accepted!