2012-01-10
5:47 p.m.

Well it took 2 years, but Baen passed on my manuscript.

OK, they didn't actually reject it. Rejecting it is a respectful thing you do when you want to tell someone that they no longer need to hold the torch for you. The truth is that the editor never read it, never got around to reading it, told me multiple times she'd read it by 'X' date, but never did. Finally I retracted my submission after 2 years and will be going to a different publisher (I hope).

But it is depressing. No one like rejection.

Speaking of depressing, our good friends have started distancing themselves and I'm beginning to hit a nice happy depression.

Yay.

Now, don't worry about me. I'm not actually a suicidal person. Not any more, anyway. However I do think about it a lot. Probably when I'm at the happiest, I still give it a passing thought about once a week. Not a desire to do it, mind you, but more of a thought about. Just a what-if. So when I'm depressed, it pops in my head several times a day.

OK, so now that that morbid explanation is over, here's the thought. If a loved one, like a spouse or child or parent were to shoot themselves, and after the clean-up you found the brass bullet casing. Would you keep it or throw it away?

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