Saturday, I finnally got my letter from Tor.

It was, as I expected, a rejection of my novel Threadbare. I was pretty upset for a while. I mean, I know that story is better written than Twilight. It’s better than the book I’m reading right now, in fact. But it still got a form rejection.

Thus, the theme song of the day:

Fortified with Queen, I dusted myself off (I might have had a little help with that from Missouri), and went back to work. I know I don’t handle rejection well, but I’m getting better at it. The key is forward movement. To quote one of my favorite podcasters, “Even falling on your face is forward movement.”

I cleaned up a short story I wrote for our steampunk group and posted it. If you are so inclined, you can read it here. I also emailed another short story to Missouri’s publisher. We’ll see if anything comes of it. I took some notes for the story I’m going to use for Nano, and now I’m getting ready to work on on the sequel of the short story I just submitted, the one that may or may not want to be a novel, depending on whether or not Eric gets his way.

So, I’m moving, hopefully in the right direction, and we’ll see what tomorrow brings. Because I’m sick of crap, I’m sick of people telling me “no,” and I want my “yes,” dammit.