Received a rejection notice late on a Saturday night (an appropriate time for rejection and second only to Monday morning) for Company Car from Weird Tales.
This says a few things about the sender and the receiver: first that editors work ungodly hours; and second that I have no life if I’m checking email late on a Saturday night. Oh wait, I’m married and a dad, so of course I have no life.
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Notes that at least you’ve sent writing out… I have to get my but in gear as I have a goal to send out a story by the end of this month and the story still needs a little tweak near the end.