The Silent Rejection

Everyone knows the scene where the teacher/coach/director walks down the hall. A single sheet of paper is clutched in their hand, which holds the list of acceptances. Crowds watch in silence as it is posted to the wall, and then they flood to it. Beady eyes search out their own name. 

I really hate those lists. It was awful in school, and it's still awful now. A publisher updates their site with the list of accepted stories. I spend twenty minutes double checking that my name isn't there. You just have to accept it and move on to the next project. 

I wish I could add something a bit more eloquent, but I'm just a little put out. Understandable though. However, I'm not going to wallow any longer. I have to keep going forward. The Muse is thankfully providing plenty of new ideas.