The Slamming of Doors

Another week, another rejection.

It doesn't even sting any more. I scan the e-mail - its always an e-mail - and go about my day. I can't claim to be the owner operator of a jaunty stride any more, but I'm used to it now. Its just another person who doesn't get it. Or they do get it and they don't want it. Which is, I suppose, fair.

Still, I'm not stopping. I'm good at this writing lark.

In other news I finished writing my book today. Its sad and funny and the most fun I've ever had writing anything. I think its good.

Then again my greatest asset is my curse - I think everything I write is good!