I've been feeling pretty down lately. I've gotten more short story rejections, enough that I was beginning to question my commitment. Why spend so much time trying to get better only to get rejected?
But last night I got a pleasant surprise. Last month I handed out two stories, "Christmas at Grandma's" and "Merle Littel" to my book club, with permission to read and criticize. At the meeting last night we discussed our two books, "Bastard Out of Carolina", and "The Secret Life of Bees", and I thought that everyone had forgotten about my two stories. Our leader had, but one of the other members brought them up, and I was pleased to get some quality feedback from the members. They really liked both stories, I believe, and seemed to have excellent insight, so I know they read them carefully.
So my gumption is restored, at least for a little while.
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