Back in the day, rejection letters were actual letters.  They came in the mail… with stamps and an envelope… the whole nine.  I took a perverse pride in taping them to a prominent wall within my eye-line.  They were my mail order motivational posters.

Now?  Email. Can’t tape an email to a wall. Well, you can if you print it out first.  I’m not going to do that.

I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing. If it happens, it happens.  I’ll be happy.  The work continues no matter what the mail (or email) brings.

I’ve been in the game long enough to not base my worth on stuff like this.  But, getting this on a Friday morning still stings a little.