Mood: Quivering

Word Count: 1,103

I came home from work to find an self addressed stamped envelope I put in a submission to a sci fi magazine. It hasn't been opened so I am going to let you in on the agony of rejection. Oh come on you know they didn't accept it. And the envelope says....ugh manuscript back, cover letter back with personal note of "We hate you." written on it. Actually it said, "Sorry. Can't use this. Best Wishes, Joe F." But underneath it means we hate you. They will not break my stride, oh no! Nobody gonna slow me down! Or some other crappy uplifting song.

Blechh, Rob