The mail came early today, and here is most of what I found:
One packet of poems marked as undeliverable, return to sender.
(In my doofiness, I sent it to an old address. Try, try again.)
One rejection letter
(With a date of November 26, 2007!)
On a brighter note:
A thank-you card from my Mom.
One postcard poem!
All balancing out.
And regarding this ongoing rejection theme, I think I'm going to remember a move from my dance teacher, who likes to say, "You're still a fabulous person."
I may be 48, and I may want to lose 10 pounds, and my poems may get rejected, but I'm still a fabulous person. And so are you.
Plus, I have a cat on my lap.
In other news, I found out today that Galway Kinell and I share the same birthday: today, although we are a few years apart.