I just reread the short story I've been submitting for the past month, for the first time since completing and editing it. It's utter crap. No wonder it got two rejections in less than 24 hours. I'm considering throwing it on the heap at this point.
Yet another rejection, on a weekend for crying out loud. I've been saying that I keep submitting to kill time until my heart gives out, but at this point I think it would be the shock of ever being accepted that would actually kill me.
I made the mistake of self-publishing a project almost twenty years ago, and after the misery of that experience I will never, ever touch self-publishing again as long as I live. I appreciate the good will, though. :)
Just got yet another rejection, but this one really struck a blow. It's from an absolutely lovely person of an agent, one I genuinely enjoy following on Twitter, who seems a really pleasant and admirable personality and a good fit for my material. At this point I'm considering abandoning this...