Sunday, October 17, 2021

It didn't warm the cockles of their hearts

We had our flu jabs yesterday. A waiting room full of (socially-distanced) old people in masks, some of whom can't see very well, some of whom can't hear very well, and some of whom can't walk very well.

Amazingly turnaround was very quick and smooth.

And today has been a walking day. This morning I walked with granddaughters 1 and 2 to the coffee shop for milk shakes (or ice cream in my case), and this afternoon on the beach with friends. It really is beautiful autumnal weather.

But to spoil my evening I've just received a rejection. I've not submitted any writing anywhere for - probably years but just after I posted my Cockles story on this blog I spotted a call for submissions to a newish online literary magazine, on the theme of memories. So, thinking, 'what have I got to lose?' I submitted it before I could change my mind.

Ah well. At least it reminds me why I don't submit my writing any more!


Boud said...

From a writer and artist who has had plenty of rejections and acceptances, the rejection only hurts for a minute!

The walking and the company sound great though.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Clearly that publisher has defective cockles.

pam nash said...

Obviously whoever rejected the story didn't know what a memory or a cockle is. It was a great memory and awakened some of my own. Keep on!