Today, as my creative muse lies bludgeoned unconscious against the immovable rock of my writers block, I get a nice stiff dose of crotch-kick encouragement: My latest rejection letter from Fantasy and Science Fiction magazine. Once again, SlushGod John Joseph Adams is almost inexplicably polite in his manner of telling me to go stick my head in a pig:
"Dear J.M. Garmon:
"Thank you for submitting 'The Revelation of Guido,' but I'm going to pass on it. There's nice writing here, but this tale didn't hold my interest, I'm afraid. Good luck to you with this one, and thanks again for sending it our way."
This should definitely help the old crisis of confidence and competence.
[sigh] Back to the salt mines...