Rejection drought

Not in my mailbox out by the road or waiting for me on my yahoo account - not a single rejection in weeks. It makes me nervous not to be rejected.  They're being saved up, I can feel it.  It's like those ants.  The ones that crawl up your arm and lurk until they all bite at once.

I've been reading the manuscripts for the upcoming Below Sea Level conference, making margin notes, and writing a critique summary for each one.  I have to manifest my most arrogant writer self to carry this off.  I mean, if I think about it, who am I to be say things like "redo the opening paragraph?" 

In the meantime, I'm post-flu enough to start writing again.  It won't do to not be writing when the ants bite.