What have I been up to?
Not much. Except...
Funny thing happened at the mailbox Friday, I got back a short story I had submitted. Not unusual. I noticed someone else had written my return address on the envelope. That's unusual. I never--ever forget to self-address my return envelope. But, I did and I felt really stupid.
In the house, I pulled the rejection letter halfway out and tossed the envelope on the table. That's when I noticed handwriting. An editor wrote that she had read my story twice, it was confusing, but thought the idea was interesting. She told me if I rewrite and resubmit, she would read it again...no promises.
I instantly focused on the rejection and that my story was confusing. Not until I was several miles away from home (didn't run away, just had to go shopping) that one of my "voices" (yes I promise to seek help) said to me, "AN EDITOR WROTE YOU A PERSONAL NOTE." Oh yeah.
I should send her money.
A different voice asked, "How many times have you received handwritten notes on your reject letters?"
"This makes three," I answered back to the "different" voice.
Isn't it great to be rejected in such a manner? (This is me asking you, in case you're wondering.)
I'm rewriting my little story.
On another note, it's so stinking cold here that:
- I'm planning to travel to Alaska soon for the warmth.
- Kiki Dee (the outdoor cat) has bought a parka.
- Santa decided it's too cold here to visit and I'm disappointed because I've been very good this year.
Tonight, I am presenting a workshop called: The Incredible Race to Employment. Our school district got a grant for after school activities. Some of the money could be used to offer the adults of the community mini workshops.
I'm looking forward to it. Hope it's not called off due to it might only going be 5 degrees tonight. Of course we are talking about MO and the weather changes every 15 minutes.
Did I mention I'm moving to Alaska for a warmer climate?
What's the weather where you are? If you say warm, I will SERIOUSLY hunt you down and then...enjoy it.