Note: Careless workplace bitchery removed to preserve my livelihood, which makes this a far less entertaining post, but affords me the continued opportunity to pay my bills.
I got my second short story rejection from a swanky journal--but not-as-swanky-as-the-first journal that told me I suck. The stories, I'm woman enough to admit, need some more revision, so back to the grindstone I go. My nose may be gone by the time these stories are accepted anywhere.
I also need to finish Great Expectations. I'm really enjoying it, but I seem to need large, uninterrupted blocks of time to really get into the story. Large blocks of time are in increasingly short supply, but I think today could be the perfect reading day. I have a big squishy chair, a cold dreary day, and nothing to do until 11:00 AM tomorrow. Watch out!