Scribbled

One less bell to answer

That is, one less submission to worry about, as the status of my entry in a previously-mentioned Glimmer Train fiction contest has changed from viable to deader than fried chicken. As it’s been quite a while since I had a story rejected - because it had been a long time since I actually submitted a piece - I’d forgotten just how special rejection makes you feel. It’s all coming back to me now, though.

Fortunately, Ursula K. LeGuin is making me feel better.

Actually, I haven’t received the rejection letter/email and probably won’t. No need. The wonder that is the Interwebs allowed me to check on the status of the submission, so I was practically able to see it flatline in real time.

Time of death, sometime yesterday morning.

Moving on, then. I’ll glance at the manuscript and then send it out again. In the meantime, I have the “longer project” to occupy my time.

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