A better one is, “Holy crap, it’s February 2024 already?” What happened to <waves hands around> everything between the last post and this post?
Rejection.
Hurt feelings.
Butt-hurtyness.
Ok, that wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. The truth? My short story submission was no-thankyoued. So I climbed into my bed and hibernated for a month +. Yes, I know. The only way to fail is to quit. So I’ve licked my metaphorical wounds, and dusted off, and charged up the keyboard.
No hard feelings.
Keep moving forward.
WordPress, my favorite candy is Reeces Peanut-butter Cups.
Be well folks.
Julie M Anderson 