The first week of 2011 hasn’t really been the best. Now, that’s not to say that it was completely littered with downs. I’m just saying that there could have been more luck than misfortune. But hey, at least its proof that having a white peacock as a screensaver does not bring food fortune. Damn the fool who went around saying that!
The first misfortune was thus. I received an email from Rikhi on Tuesday, who told me that my short story 'Wilted' narrowly missed the final selection. It took me a few days to admit this, as the waft of disappointment doesn’t completely drift away.
I also have a feeling that The Literary Agent may have rejected my manuscript, but are being a little sadistic in their response. It is almost like they want to me to hope for two months before they come swooping down and then stab at my chest with their beaks, pulling out my heart like hungry vultures. Yes, I think that might have been a little too dramatic.
At least Conville and Walsh were quick with their reply. The sooner I get that big envelope pushed through my letter box, the sooner I will be able to send it to someone else and if it gets rejected again, it will be case of having to redraft it again.
But on the plus side, I start my new job next week. I went to see the editor of DD magazine on Tuesday morning, for I wasn’t able to see her before Christmas because of the snow. Speaking of snow, it is becoming a piece of shit nuisance that really should fuck off. I can’t really say much about the meeting, because I’m not allowed post on the firm’s business. But I can say that I spent all of this week coming up with ideas for the next issue. I’ve got more than enough now, so I can chill for the next few days before I don the workware again.
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