Guys, I swear I do other things than post rejection letters online and have composer cocktails to make up for it. Sometimes I have performances in which a certain Paula Deen uses every kitchen tactic to take some angels down with her.
I would like to say this. Failure is not something you can do on your own. Many, many people contributed to my failures. I would like to thank my parents for not completely comprehending why or how I’m a composer or why I post my rejection letters online, the multiple gatekeepers who took a chance on an unknown composer, and last but not least, the wonderful crews from Blogger (then Medium, and now WordPress) who spend hours coding and creating an easy-to-use platform without which I might never be able to curate my rejections.
So, cheers everyone. I will be celebrating my rejection letters in style, since it took me seven years to accumulate every single one of them.
So, it’s nice to know that on occasion some random strangers like my music enough (or fits into their programming enough) to force a group of instrumentalists in an ensemble called an orchestra to play new music.
Here is a quick note to say that I am beyond proud and honored to count so many women as my friends and colleagues. Unfortunately I did not march (it was audition weekend, but then I ended up catching a cold that left me bedridden), but man, what a day.