I’m depressed. Today rejection letters started going out for the Wizards of the Coast open call for their Maiden of Pain novel. Since it’s unlikely they started sending rejection letters before they confirmed with the author that he or she was going to do the book, and I’m not seeing any voice mail messages on my machine, I expect my own rejection letter within a day or two. This sucks.
I’ve also been trying to get more reviewing work, and one of the magazines has already said they didn’t have any more freelancer budget available. (One said they haven’t yet looked at my links but will soon).
I’m not giving up, of course. I want this too bad to do that. But I sure want to crawl in a corner and cry.