On Submissions

There are days, like today, when I absolutely despair of ever publishing a story. And on those days, if they are really bad days, I submit something, anything, in an attempt to allay that feeling of crushing obscurity. For some reason, sending paper, or electronic files, off into the abyss calms me. The ordering and arranging of cover letters and listing of titles and dates makes my tiny world of letters feel as though it had purpose. Eventually, I'll receive a note on a slip of paper that rejects said submission, and I'll despair again. Lovely cycle, isn't it?