One Year, Two Months, Two-and-a-Half Weeks Later...

REJECTION! Yeah, that was worth the wait alright! I was wished all the best for my future writing endeavours, which is funny, considering I don't think there will be many future writing endeavours. It has become apparent to me that writing prose is a waste of my time, at least, when compared to art.

Oh well, I guess being an artist/illustrator/poet isn't so bad. I guess I had better frace the facts and drop "writer" from the list. I can keep doing art, as long as my hands hold out. Maybe I'll come back to writing in another ten or twenty years.