Confession

It's been forty days since my last submission.

At the beginning of the summer, short stories were flying out of me. Polished them all up, sent them all out, gathered many rejections. It deflated me.

But just now I decided to pull out the old submission tracker and realized it's been forty days since my last sub. That one is still out. Today, I sent it a friend. Pulled out a four-time reject, read over it, decided that I still like it and sent it off to someone I hope will like it, too.

I feel better now. Stories in drawers never sell. Wish me luck!

Thanks, everyone. I've actually had two acceptances this year, but my mass submission of six short stories to a dozen-plus markets resulted in at least two rejections a week.

That gets old.

I've turned my attention back to the novel I'm revising, and diverting myself from that by writing my third and planning my fourth. Oh, and looking for more markets for my rejects. Mamma wants to earn enough to deduct her laptop!