One rejection down.
Ok, yes, it smarted… (It came darn close to grotesquely wounding but I shook myself out of that self-pitying wallow before allowing myself near this blog. There are standards of exaggeration by which even I abide.)
So, it indeed smarted.
But far worse has been had… (“And far worse is likely to come,” the grotesquely wounded part of me pipes in cheerily.)
I think I’ll leave it there where the glass of milk sits as much half-full as half-empty.