*bangs head on table*
some days just suck.
I spend two hours researching potential publishers for a new short story I finished last night, and it took less time for them to reject it via email than it did for me to research the sites.
THEN I find out a short story I sent out in January to a magazine has poofed back to me ’cause the magazine has ceased to exist. This was only found out due to Writer’s Market removing the listing today; so I had to make a phone call to some place outside of state to verify that the magazine was, in fact, defunct.
so I submitted THAT story to the place that gave me the fast rejection today already – figured I’d put that research to use somehow.
so right now I’m torturing the neighbours with a CD of Sting, BareNakedLadies, Rick Springfield.