I was re-reading my old diaries today, from when I was a teenager.
Honestly - don't feel like I've changed a whole lot in many ways!!!
I came across a section where I was talking about how difficult it was to write a short script for TV. I don't remember the process at all, though I do remember the story I was trying to write. Just about. I wonder if I still have a draft of it somewhere.
I wrote how I showed the story to my English teacher - gosh, that was brave of me.
And at the back of my diary, there it was; my very first rejection letter. From all those years ago.
It was a very nice rejection letter, in as much as these things can be. It really was. I didn't think such things existed. But the letter said how I'd dealt with difficult subject matter with a lot of sensitivity, and they were sorry they couldn't take it any further.
And suddenly, I couldn't stop crying, having read that. I mean, really, it was a lovely rejection letter, to send a 15 year old, in response to her first script. To be recognised as a sensitive soul by a complete stranger, at that age. Very moving!
Unless of course, that's what they said in all their rejection letters!
Words written: 0
Diaries re-read: 1
Tears cried: a fair few
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