A Blow

I entered a flash fiction story in a competition recently. Yesterday I was informed that it had not been short listed which was fine. No different from the countless other rejections I have received over the years. However, they offered detailed feedback on the story, which was very good of them.

There were a lot of positive comments, but  because of my state of mind when I was reading the feedback, I zeroed in on the negatives and I felt quite cut by them. It actually made me feeling like giving up...just for a moment. Clearly, my irrational reaction, almost over reaction says a lot about where I am at these days. I want to return to those days, or some other day because these days suck.

Another chapter

I banged out another chapter yesterday evening before I went to soccer training, and this morning entered a flash fiction piece called The Twelve Days of Misery in a competition. Also, in my inbox, this morning there was another rejection of A Muddy Red River. I thought I contacted everybody.