This is a blog.
Oh for the days when it was seven stories instead of one stress-inducing novel.
You'll be fine. Think of it like dating. Ask twenty women out and eventually one of them's bound to say maybe. Provided she doesn't hit you with a can of mace and a restraining order then sics her Doberman on you. Those bastards'll break your leg. And it's weeks before you get those staples out. I mean, seriously, it's pretty bad. Try wiping your ass with two broken arms. It ain't easy.And fiction rejections are never that bad. Well, usually they're not that bad.Good luck.
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