From the pit of despair

Yesterday's one-two rejection punch left me reeling. I worked out some of my frustration at the gym, but by five o'clock in the afternoon I was tired and depressed and feeling as low as I had in a very long time. Unlike some recent submissions, I had high hopes for both 'Other Intelligent Life' and 'Level Two' and to have them summarily dismissed like that hurt a lot.

I'm a little more philosophical about it today. Most places are shutting down now until the new year, so I've decided to focus on getting Commune done and dusted (early January, I would think) and finishing my Loaded edit. Once they're completed, I will send out a new volley of short fiction and see what bounces back.