Yesterday was a hilariously bad day for a writer.
First, I received not one but three rejections. I don't know whether to laugh or cry about that, since I've done everything I could with that manuscript and query letter. It might just be that agents think my stories just won't sell. I don't know what to do, but I have to start thinking of the next step.
Then my blog got five hits from Poland, and I thought that my favorite Pole decided to read my blog for once (I am not his favorite American, alas) only to find out the referring address was a porn site.
So, yesterday's theme: If I wanted recognition, it was not forthcoming.
I'm not going to apologize for wanting recognition anymore. But the desire makes for difficult days when I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
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