I got rejected today.  This is nothing new.  In fact, it's getting pretty old.  But getting rejected is what makes me a writer.  Otherwise I'd just be a dreamer.

Anyway, I decided to cheer myself up.  I went in search of chocolate.  And on the way to the store, I looked around and realized that my life could be a lot worse.  I made a list of things I'm glad I don't have to deal with.  Here it is:

1. I'm glad I don't have to wear a sombrero and stand on the corner with a sign advertising a burrito sale.

2. I'm glad I don't have to drive a pink Toyota Tercel.

3. I'm glad I've never had my car stolen with my two-year-old still inside.  (This was a story on the radio, not something I actually witnessed.)

I then used my list to plot a story, of course.  

So if there are any editors out there reading this, and you might be interested in a manuscript about a woman in a sombrero who has her pink Tercel car-jacked while her toddler is still inside, send me an email.  Otherwise, I'll just start Hershey's Kissing my pain away and get back to my work-in-progress.