I have a plan.
I upgrade my current case of submission blues to a full scale midlife crisis.
That way when the rejection slip finally arrives I have a grand excuse to do to pull a really big whine session and ritually burn a printout of the rejection while ingesting a massive overdose of milkshakes. Once that is done, I'll be able to send the silly book out to the next place, finally, and go back to my regularly scheduled creataholic pastimes secure in the knowledge that I have gotten my mid-life crisis safely out of the way.
By doubling up like that, I can probably brush through the whole thing without even having to get my hair restyled.
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