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Look! I swear, someone is testing me. I got another rejection notice today. I have one story still out. This one was submitted to an online magazine and my hopes are pretty low. The magazine I got rejected from twice today was the one I actually thought I had a chance. But, no. Two. Fucking two emails, in one day, telling me in the most polite terms that I suck. I shouldn't take this personally but I am. Of course, I am. These stories are me and by rejecting the stories, they are rejecting me. I know I shouldn't care what some editor whom I've never even met thinks about my work, but I do. Strangers literally hold my future in their hands. That really sucks, yo. Woo, look at the eloquence in the face of failure. I rule. I would kill for a copy of Charles Bukowski's poem "Hell is a Closed Door." No bookstores in the area carry Last Night of the Earth Poems and the library's copy is always checked out. Anyone care to help? Anyhoo, I have hair goop working on my tresses right now and probably should wash it out soon. Wish me luck at the interview tomorrow. Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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