Smarted

One rejection down.

Ok, yes, it smarted… (It came darn close to grotesquely wounding but I shook myself out of that self-pitying wallow before allowing myself near this blog. There are standards of exaggeration by which even I abide.)

So, it indeed smarted.

But far worse has been had… (“And far worse is likely to come,” the grotesquely wounded part of me pipes in cheerily.)

*sighs*

I think I’ll leave it there where the glass of milk sits as much half-full as half-empty.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe