Thanks everybody.
The evening started with a rejection--a rejection of my most oft-rejected story, in fact. Then I got another response a few minutes ago and before reading it thought So it's going to be a two-rejection Saturday, huh? Is there any chocolate in this house, ANYWHERE, and if not, WHY? *And here I imagined myself rampaging through the house, tossing boxes and bags, looking for even an opened, stale bag of chocolate chips*
But "Drunk Poet at the Wrong House" is now scheduled to appear sometime this winter in This Zine Will Change Your Life.
I was starting to think this one was just too odd to fit anywhere. NOT SO, muhahaha.
Shelley