Another Hope Metaphor

So, those two possibilities of representation turned into two more rejections.


I know that’s the reality of things. I’m not surprised or shocked and I’m certainly not angry. It’s a simple brush of resignation, a gray-stained sense of acknowledgement, before it’s pushed away. It’s something I’ve felt many times at this point, but every query sent is attached with a spark of hope. It’s sad to see even a small light blink away.

I think I’m going to set The Midnight Tide aside for the moment. It’s my only finished work, and I love it dearly, but perhaps it’s simply not the right time for it. Maybe different stories need to be heard right now. I recall that Stephen King had to publish his later novels before anyone would publish his first few. Not that I imagine I’ll become the next Stephen King, but it’s cheering to think that we all start in the same place, with that same spark of hope.

It’s a light that never really goes out.


Published by Ren Martinez

Ren is a thirty-something Lost Boy whose personal aesthetic is “suspected of witchcraft by local villagers.” She subscribes to cheerful nihilism, the destruction of the patriarchy, and the belief that glitter makes everything better. She is a Richmond-based writer and performer who has fiction and non-fiction work found in a variety of publications, such as The Mary Sue, RVA Magazine, The Quotable, and Nostrovia Press. She is currently the fiction editor and a regular contributor at Quail Bell Magazine. She is also the co-host of the podcast, This F***ing Guy! Find out more at or read her dumbass tweets on Twitter @itsrenmartinez

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