And... yeah.... rejections like this can make me wonder if I'm a mediocre writer who will always struggle to be a B-list author. An old B-list author. I think it's time to sing "Smelly Cat" now.
Word-count: 350 words in 80 minutes. Plus some editing. On the plus side, the story (a ghost story based on a photo prompt) has gone from a Very Very Rough Draft to a Very Rough Draft.
Work-out: Still recovering from whatever GI-track thing is going on. I will need to do some at-home weight maintenance stuff before my muscles turn to jelly.