It’s the hottest day of the year. And heat taxes me.
Rejection, rejection, rejection, rejection. Count ’em: four. Fourth one for the same story arrived in the mail today. Ugh. The nicest one, of course, from Howard Junker at ZYZZYVA, whose notes always leave a writer able to stand on her two feet somehow. ANNNND–he uses a full 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper for his rejection note!
But mostly, the rejection slips are just that–slips. About 3 inches wide and 8.5 inches long. There are four of us rejected writers to a page!
I’m still sending my stuff out, even with my imagination on vacation. Some days, it’s more comforting for me to send stuff out, because it’s a whole lot easier to lick envelopes, print out cover letters, write out addresses, and hunt down postage than it is for me to face the page of the story.
But face the story I must.