I intended to keep my writing posts on my other blog but allow me to beg your sympathy: I came home from work to yet another rejection.
The email began 'Despite your funny and engaging style ...' So she must have liked it - but not enough.
I have yet to write my day's allocation of words (about 1,700) on my NaNoWriMo novel too. And I have a stiff neck after digging the garden yesterday.
Is there anything else I can moan about while I'm at it?
And yes I know they're having terrible typhoons in the Philippines and there are people with all sorts of terrible ailments and problems but for this minute, for me, this is poopy.