Rejection sucks.  Yep.  It sure does.  I am learning that lesson in spades lately.

I am trying to remind myself of the upbeat perspective I had when I wrote about my first rejection.  But it kind of feels like I “broke the seal” and now they are coming in from all sides.  It is a touch uncomfortable.

Buck up Kid.  This is the game.

I know.  I know.  But give me a minute.

Let me brush off my knee, stand up straight and tend to my slightly bruised ego.  Then, I will get myself in front of the computer screen and crank out some fantastical tales.

Perhaps these new tales will be of the erotic thriller kind.  That way, the next time someone asks if I am writing something like “50 Shades” – and they will – my answer can finally be yes.  (I seem to be fielding that question a lot lately.  Am I giving off some kind of sexpot vibe or something?  Maybe don’t answer that question.)

Anywho, as our kind Professor K once mentioned, 100 rejections a year is standard.  If that is the case, we have 96 to go!

Stiff Upper Lip Grimes.  It’s only April 3rd.