I woke up this morning to a snow day and a message in my inbox. On my iPhone I can see the first line of text and the “Thank you” was enough to make me roll over and take refuge in the pillows for a short while longer. I don’t have enough acceptances to know how they begin, but usually a “thank you” signals a rejection. Still, it was a nice rejection and the story just wasn’t right for the market. Which made the process of reading it much better. Now the process of figuring out where to send it next. It’s a story I believe in, so I want to give it the best possible shot.
It’s a reminder that the writing life often feels like it moves at a glacial pace. And that’s without even a novel in the picture. I have friends who have sold novels that won’t see the light of day for three years.
Still, I’m stuck with it.