Last week I heard back from Mslexia that my submission had not been picked, however it had made the short list of 60 that then had to be cut to 15 by the guest editor. I am trying to take that as a positive, but it’s hard. I am rubbish at submissions; lazy and very blah about it. Too precious as well, easily hurt by not being thought good enough. I always think of Sylvia Plath and her relentless sending out of her and Ted Hughes’ work, and vow that I will do the same and constantly resend stuff. In fact Mslexia rejected the first story that Pulp Net published of mine, and a piece that was long-listed for the Douglas Coupland comp went on to get 2nd place at Kate Mosse’s site. So I should keep going. OK. Fine.