Ask me how my morning is going. Do it. Dare ya....well? I'll tell you anyway, even though I'm not usually one of those people.
I was up until almost 5:00 this morning removing over 150 porcupine quills from my darling retarded dog's face, mouth, ear, and chest. Was woken up (at 7:30, natch) by my children and checked my e-mail to find my--you guessed it--very first rejection letter. A form letter. From the guy I queried *inhales sharply* YESTERDAY.
Okay. It's better now. Mostly. At least I feel like a real writer now that I have a rejection letter tacked to the wall.
I was up until almost 5:00 this morning removing over 150 porcupine quills from my darling retarded dog's face, mouth, ear, and chest. Was woken up (at 7:30, natch) by my children and checked my e-mail to find my--you guessed it--very first rejection letter. A form letter. From the guy I queried *inhales sharply* YESTERDAY.
Okay. It's better now. Mostly. At least I feel like a real writer now that I have a rejection letter tacked to the wall.