This morning two fat envelopes appeared on my doormat, and recognising the labels, I knew without opening them that they were rejections.
The sad thing was that they were both from Woman's Weekly.
It doesn't matter how hard I study the magazines and scrutinise the guidelines, I've never managed to get it right for this magazine, even when I think I've written the perfect story from them. What's even more frustrating is receiving a standard rejection telling me to read their guidelines. Sometimes I wish I had a bit of mystic ability and could interpret a crystal ball.
Never mind, you have to take it on the chin and my stories will be reassessed and sent somewhere else. You never know, one man's meat is another man's poison or so they say.
So now its back to the drawing board to create the perfect story for Woman's Weekly, because now its personal and I'm determined to crack this market one day, even if that day is a long way in the future.