Went to work today. Shouldn’t have. Got woozy and light-headed peering at my monitor. I stuck it out for three hours, just long enough to get a little testing in order so I could hand it off to one of my team members, before throwing in the towel. Driving home was a little scary. I think I made some questionable driving decisions, but fortunately there wasn’t a lot of traffic.
In other news, I got email notification from an anthology market to inform me that they got my submission. They also said in their note:
“I will be reading it this weekend…although I must say, when I opened the story and read the first line, it certainly got my attention. Nice beginning.”
So now my hopes are soaring . . . on the basis of a complimentary sentence on my opening line. Argh.
Rejectomancy and acceptomancy are dual roads to writerly insanity.