So be it...

Well, my first big suckfit when confronted with rejection is over and done with.
Granted, I was kind of having "a week" -- one of those ones where you just feel crappy about yourself in general. The kind where you're lying curled up like a little invertebrate on the ground feeling somewhat used and abused and whammo! Someone kicks you hard in the cooch.

So you'll have to forgive my excessive reaction. It was just the icing on top of a cake made of poo.

However, the rejection has taught me something -- I have, against all expectations, survived. I truly half-expected to be blown away like a not-so-resilient leaf. I still want to write, even if my faith is a wee bit shaken. (Not stirred.) I never sold myself as the best writer who's ever lived. I never claimed that my little penchant for typing silly little things on a computer was talent divine, or even a gift from the gods.

So now, there's only one thing to do. Put the next foot forward and wait for the next gust of wind. Collect more of those miserable little letters and pad my ass with them... until maybe one day, falling down won't hurt quite as much.

Having neat friends makes a bit of a difference, though.
They're the stuff that makes the world a little shinier than it might otherwise appear.