There really isn't much to report today. I received another rejection via email yesterday. It made me very sad. I sulked all day... and even cried a little bit.
It can be so disheartening to read rejection after rejection after rejection. More so since this story is very dear to me. I know it's not personal. How could it be? All the same, I'm feeling very downcast. Perhaps one day soon there'll be happier news.
Yesterday was generally a good day, actually. Despite the rejection and the tears. Though, the evening was terrible. I developed a stomach ache that was quite mild while I was walking to training, but by the time weapons class started, it was excruciating. I've never felt pain quite like it before. It was as if my stomach was simultaneously cramping, exploding and eating itself, and I was nauseous.
I though it might be because of what I had eaten for lunch. A chick pea salad.... giving the world's worst stomach ache.... really? After having spoken to Sifu I thought that perhaps it was hunger. He thought much the same.
You see, normally I eat an apple about a hour before training to tide me over for the three hours of work until I can have a proper (but small) dinner. I had forgotten my apple yesterday, and so didn't have my afternoon snack. Then, after just two hours of training, my stomach protested so much, it was crippling. I did not train Kung Fu that night, I was in so much pain.
My Kung Fu sister A.H. showed up for the first time this semester, so afterwards the pack of usual suspects (A.H., K.C. and myself) went out for Pho. I didn't think I'd want to eat with my stomach being the way it was. But I did eat. And I felt better. The pain slowly subsided and the nausea vanished. By the time I was driven home (thanks K.C., by the by) I felt much, much better.
So, I must conclude that it was hunger that had done these things to me. All I can say is this, starvation must be a terribly painful way to die. By the by, I don't quite understand how hunger could been so painful for me. It's not like there aren't plenty of, uh, reserves to take from.
In other, less interesting news, a Ziggs.com search came through from London (U.K., not Ontario). They used my first name, so I think they were after that other Carrier... spelt C-a-r-r-e-r-e, people. Get it right!
Oh and, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, J.M-B.!
So that is everything for the moment. I have a new short story idea I am pursuing, so I have to go and get on it. Hopefully I'll be finished the short story today. If so, then I am almost half-way done on my self-publication project! Go me!
Have a wonderful Thursday everyone.