11 weeks today. Lyn’s still not well, still weak, and we’re still nowhere near out of the danger zone yet, but as we were told not to be surprised if we lost Nemo before 7 weeks, we have a day of baby happiness today
A rejection from Argosy in the mail yesterday, in which they mention their new policy of not accepting unsolicited manuscripts. Sod it. It’s a policy that bloody annoys me as a writer, because it simply means a closed market to someone of my stature, and I can ill afford to lose major markets I’m trying to crack.
A professional, committed writer would shrug, redraft the story, and simply send it off to another market. I’m going to do that, but I’m going to stomp my little feet first.