I remember when selling a story or a poem to a magazine used to validate my life.
I sold a story today.
I might have an extra beer tonight. Unless I fall asleep on the way to the fridge.
Sad, huh?
the wind
4 years ago
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congrats and cheers! it takes a certain stubborn courage to endure FOAD notices aka rejexion slips
Thanks, Uno.
Yeah, you need a fairly tough hide. Years ago, I decided it wasn't the work -- just bad timing that led to rejection. I still believe it. (Often, the tenth time's the charm.)
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