Enclosed was the first story I wrote this semester--a romance called Buying Her Back for an issue of Woman's World Weekly.
It was a rejection letter, but it had writing all over it. That's a very good thing. If you receive a rejection with nothing accompanying, it's said and done. However, the assistant fiction editor wrote me personal notes, including "If you want to re-write it I'll be glad to take a 2nd look--no promises though, as all stories must receive final approval from my editor in chief."
That is so exciting, and you can bet I feel pretty honored! My professor said none of his students have ever gotten back detailed notes and edits from Woman's World.
I've recently learned that some people dislike me for my recent successes. It's really unsettling. The only time I talk about my stuff in class is when Mel entreats me to. Apparently, Mel's done it too often, and it's ticking someone off.
I recognize that it's a truly hard thing to rejoice with someone without comparing yourself to them. I struggle with that. As the recipient of negative reactions, I'm acutely aware of how perfidious jealousy can be. I hope I keep that in mind next time the green-eyed monster tempts me.
*sigh* I'm in a melancholy mood. I think I'm tired, so I'm going to go read my nerd material now, aka the latest issue of Fantasy & Science Fiction.