Rejection, finally

Dang, I sure am tired of the rejections.  I know, I was complaining about not getting any.  What was I thinking?  At least my poppy mallows are blooming.

So, I wallowed for two days.  Then I thought, "hah, you're not getting rid of me" and prepared another submission.  And I've finished the upcoming conference critiques.  And I've prepared and timed my selections for the nightly readings.  And tomorrow I take my van in for a tune-up. 

And I've also actually written a bit on the new chapter.  It's strange.  My character dies of the Spanish Flu, and I have my first bout of the flu in over thirty years.  At least I now have some relevant body experience to work with as I write - like the way sound burrs in your ears when you get a high fever.