Saturday represented the end of the potential deadline for Wierd Tales to get back to me regarding any potential interest in Children of Llothora. Since I've recieved no correspondance from them whatsover, I am considering this a rejection for the story. Unfortunate, but hey, not many people get published at their first try. I am disappointed because the magazine's submission guidelines make a point of stating that they always send a formal rejection notice (which I haven't received). I would have at least liked to have known what it was they didn't like so I could send future stories more up their alley to them, but oh well.
(On a side, note, it is occuring to me that I should make an attempt to contact them to see what's going on; since I haven't gotten anything at all, there exists the potential for a mix-up in the mail... I could at least maybe find out WHY it wasn't accepted.)
But that's the game. As I write this, I have four other publications' websites open, and a page with links to many others. All it takes now is to decide which one I want to submit to next (or which several if they're ok with multiple submissions). That's what happens when you submit unsolicited work to a company. If they don't like it you try again, and again, with that piece and another.
I've been worrying so much about work and money and Lex (VERY cranky after his last two vaccine shots) that I haven't gotten much work done. It's hard going from the peaceful, quiet atmosphere of the jury assembly area back to working at home, where Lex, if nothing else, is a constant source of distraction and worry.
Ah well. Need to finish getting ready.
End of Demented Rambling.
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