Last Wednesday night I dreamt everything I ever submitted kept getting rejected. Even the pieces I haven't submitted (and am still working on) were getting rejections... and each rejection kept getting meaner and meaner (beginning with Thieves Jargon's actual "This does nothing for me. I'm going to pass."). Finally, in my dream, I got a rejection that ended with the editor giving me a link to an online writer's course, suggesting that I might avail myself of some basic assistance.

So, nothing that mean. Fairly polite form email actually. But I'm getting depressed.

Thusly... I'm glad to be starting my first session of a writer's group on Tuesday with a poet and a songwriter. Otherwise I might have to stop altogether... pathetic, I know, seeing that Jac just hit 250 rejections along with all kinds of success... but I can't help but wish for tad bit of success these days to encourage me on to the 250 rejections.