Got another rejection letter today. My work doesn’t fit the vision of their publishing company, but they are so grateful that I took the time to submit to them. Uh, huh. Sure they are.
That’s the bad thing about submitting to so many more agents and publishers. Just that many more rejections. I realize that I need to make a list of everyone I’m submitting to so that I don’t start doubling my bases. Getting rejected multiple times from boys is one thing. People I don’t even know is another story.
I got to do a little rejecting of my own last night. On one of my gay sites, I received a message from a nineteen or twenty year old from out of state. He had no picture of himself. His profile said he loves Snooki. His message had nothing more than his phone number. Not even hello. Seriously? What about me looked desperate enough to take that offer?
‘Course, that was answered by three hours of the best phone sex I’ve ever had.
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