I revised my teenage zombie story, based on the excellent feedback in the Most Awesome Rejection Letter Ever, and resubmitted it to another magazine that also gave me an encouraging rejection letter two weeks ago. But now I'm staring at my next, half-completed story and I swear, I can't do anything. I feel like I'm stirring the words I've already written around with a stick, shuffling notes from one end of the document to the other. I'd probably better put it away and go do something else, before I poke a hole in it or something.
I read. I write. And sometimes I talk about it.
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