I was ultimately rejected, but Ms. McClure was very kind and I now have her letter taped to my computer screen so I can read it every time I feel discouraged. Read it I do, and I feel better.
So I'm very happy to be in contact with her again, even if I don't make it through this time around (of course I've resubmitted).
The resubmission cost me valuable writing time, so I didn't quite make my target yesterday. I'm a little closer though, and only have to write 3 500 (only...) today to get myself back on target for the week. I all goes well, I'll have written 10 000 by the end of the week. It's a bit ambitious, but whatever. It's a goal.
Right, must get on with it then. Have a great Wednesday all!
Drunken. Said of a man who drinks till the liquor can be heard swilking about in his stomach.
- Fracis Taylor's Folk-Speech of South Lancashire, 1901
From swilk, the noise made by liquid in a partially-filled vessel.
- Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1898-1905