Really. What was I thinking?
I was getting a swelled head... I admit it. I thought I was pretty damned good. I thought I had a knack for short stories. I thought it was something I was good at.
Nothing like another rejection to make you feel like an ass for thinking that way.
I imagined I had a shot at getting published in the charitable anthology 100 Stories for Queensland. I actually got confused when they published their "long list." I thought it meant my story was going to be included, but it was a cut list, a whittled down list and not the real thing. Yesterday they posted the "real thing" and, despite the fact I read it hopefully, twice, I didn't see my name on it.
I thought it was a pretty good story. One of my best. People who read it said they liked it. I dunno. I guess it wasn't good enough.
Not. Good. Enough.
Story of my life, really.