It’s the Little Things…
…that drive me up the wall. I arrived home to see the box of books I had ordered on my doorstep. Opened. All the books were present and accounted for (as well as the receipt), but who knows what else might have gone missing. On the box, there is a note written in pen: “Opened by mistake.” How the heck can you open a parcel by mistake? Don’t people read the label?
And what’s up with rejections that just say, “Thanks for your submission but we’re going to pass on this”? Did they even read my submission? Or is my writing so bad they can’t bring themselves to say anything else? Writing short stories is such a thankless job. Sometimes I think I should just give up since slush readers apparently don’t care.