My bite is finally healing ~ and I have to say, my house is cleaner than it's ever been. I've had to empty every closet, cabinet, and drawer and move all the furniture, but the exterminator is confident we've handled the problem. Looks like it was just one rogue spider, but I wanted to be sure!
Okay - I promise I'll never bring it up again.
And... I got another R for a short story. "Your prose had an effortless lyricism that made reading this story pure pleasure and we enjoyed the premise very much. Unfortunately, after much consideration, we've decided to pass. It just isn't quite what we were looking for, but we wish you luck placing it elsewhere."
I don't understand. This story has gone to the editorial/sales board several times, and yet it's collected a handful of rejections. If everyone likes reading it so much, why won't they buy it? Oh, well. I'll keep trying, I guess.