It turned into one of those days. A tractor (1946 Farmall M) that we were going to get rid of blew an oil line just hours before the guy was supposed to pick it up. I thought I had blown a head gasket and it just went from a farm tractor to a parts tractor in the blink of an eye. Luckily I was wrong and the line got fixed.
I finally heard back from Crazyhorse magazine. It only took them 265 days to get back to me but they offered the nicest form rejection that I have ever received. Kind of like telling me to go to hell and making me feel good about the trip.
Looking forward to starting the week off with another round of edit and rewrites on my YA project.
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