The queue count went from thirteen stories down to twelve today. Usually it’s not a big deal, but this one was the golden goose, something I put a lot of heart and soul into. Result: a form rejection right in the gut.
I’ll be grounded for a bit, perhaps sulk in a horror flick binge. Then I’ll get up tomorrow and finish the rest of what’s looking like a 7500 word story about a one-armed Ronin searching for the demon that crippled him. I saw the cliche ending coming a mile away and took a detour. Yesterday afternoon it hit me like a ton of bricks, the perfect ending. It may be somewhat ‘happier’ than the dark endings I’m apt to put down, but sometimes it’s nice to know that people survive and come out the other side in one piece.
The golden goose has three more outs: two markets that might fit, and a shot in the dark to Writer’s of the Future. The sulking continues, but tomorrow is another day.