Wonder if I should keep a sidebar tally of the rejections I get? Might be interesting.

With that said, the news of the day is I got my very first rejection ever. It was from Coach’s Midnight Diner. Coach has a gift, he made me feel good about the rejection, really good. I don’t just say things to suck up. He did surprise me though, I mean one of those knock-the-breath-out-of-my-lungs surprises. He said my piece wasn’t genre enough, it was horrifying, but not enough so that it fit at the Diner–that it was literary.

Me?

Literary?

I still can’t comprehend that. I even had dreams about it last night. Maybe I’ll tell you about those later. I can’t wrap my mind around being literary. Me. Huh.