All my life’s a rejection
That mantra seems to be the life of a writer, or at least of this writer. My most recent addition to this remarkable collection of rejections is for a humourous little story I wrote, ostensibly for Tesseracts 16: Parnassus Unbound, called Occupational Hazards, a tale about drinking inappropriate quantities of tea at inappropriate times while trying to meet deadlines. Mark Leslie Lefebvre, good egg and hugely knowledgeable fellow, wrote, among other things: While, traditionally, this…