A friend of mine told me last week that he had a ms. accepted.
Wow, such great news. But then he went on to say how
he had sent it to 99 places. And 1 took it.
I don't even want to think about the other 98. Or the pain
of all those submissions. Maybe we all know this pain too well.
Me, I don't count. I never want to know how many acceptances
v.s. rejections I receive. I don't believe bad news comes in 3s
or good things either. But I am amazed at how we writers do it.
Kind of like living in eternal winter. No matter how many times
we shovel, there's always more snow coming. Some of it, it's okay.
After all, it's just the season. But after a while, well, I dunno.
Ray Bradbury: There Will Come Soft Rains
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