Well, I’ve opened Schrodinger’s Box, and it turns out the cat didn’t make it.
For all those not in a Quantum Mechanic-related mood, I heard back about my novel today, and the absurdly lengthy saga of the Rewrite and the Editor Who Shall Remain Nameless has, unfortunately, ended up with a rejection. And, mustering a bit of the Dunkirk spirit, I may be down but I’m not out. I’m officially giving myself the day off, going into town, eating some nice food and possibly watching some completely nonsensical disaster porn courtesy of Roland Emmerich (The f/x in 2012 look wonderful – whether any of the stuff around it is even bearable may be a completely different story…). In short, I may not have gotten the result I wanted, but I’m going to pick myself up, dust myself off, and keep on going.