I got home yesterday to find I had a letter waiting for me. A letter sealed in an envelope addressed to me, by myself. It’s the first in the latest crop of rejection letters. I sent out ten and one has come back so far and it hasn’t got to me as much as I thought it would. It pisses me off because I want someone to recognise what it is I’m writing about and the fact that it could probably do very well thank you very much but I just get the standard ‘good luck in the future’ letter. I understand that it is hard getting published, and I appreciate that not everyone will think it’s worthwhile but I do, and I’m looking for someone who does too. I appreciate every single person who has taken the time to read it and thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your patience and time but unfortunately this next bit is a struggle I have to take alone.