Jilted lover

I'm the worst kind of jilted lover - the kind that keeps coming back for more. The dodgy American 'zine I submitted it to rejected 'Displeasures', so I've swallowed my hubris and decided to send it to Aurealis. Am I a sucker for punishment or what?

Really down in the dumps this morning - writing on the novel was like trying to dig out a muddy hole in the pouring rain. No coincidence, I fear, that I spent Sunday hungover after a boozy engagement party for friends. I think I need to get serious about the no-drinking policy if I'm ever to have any success. So many wasted days.