People often tell me everything happens for a reason. I suspect that trapped in a torture chamber I wouldn’t agree.
Does this publishing thing keep not working out because it is meant to be? Perhaps. It is starting to feel that way.
Maybe that’s what happens in a torture chamber–you start to think you deserve to be there and maybe you do.
But then again, I’m not in my best mood so am leaning toward dark and ridiculous thoughts.
In the summer an agent asked for some pages. I sent them. The pages got lost. I took the opportunity to polish the pages yet again and then sent them off that second time. Those pages got lost. It is unclear if either time they ever reached their destination. But since I’m reasonably good at copying down an address and writing my return address as well, it is hard to believe that twice the pages got lost in the mail. But maybe they did.
In any case, the whole thing felt not-meant-to-be. Those pages were lost for a reason.
And I can’t spend more money on ink, paper, and postage.
For the time being I may focus on hanging bunnies from strings.
And you? Do you believe everything happens for a reason?