A Moment of Silence, If You Will

I didn’t post anything yesterday, neither on this blog or on Twitter.  I got a horrendous migraine while at work.  It felt like someone hit me over the head with a 2×4, and then my brain swelled and would no longer fit in my head.  Absolutely nothing would touch the pain.  When I got home from work, I went straight to bed, except when I got up to vomit.  It was a doozy.  My husband asked what he could do for me.  I suggested a bullet.

This morning, I woke up and it was still there, albeit not as bad as yesterday.  I took one of my super-whammy pills and it did a pretty good job of suppressing it.  There was absolutely no way I could call in sick.  I knew there would be issues at work that would make that impossible.  The only problem is, the super-whammy pills makes me feel almost as bad, just different.   Among other things, the medicine makes my arms and shoulders go numb, and I feel confused.  That makes for a great employee, I’ll tell you.  I’m sure my boss will be thrilled to hear how capable I was today. 

So, that was my mind set today when I got one of the emails I’ve been waiting for.  It was there on my phone.  My heart stopped for at least a couple of beats.  I opened it up and read it excitedly.  Harlequin was responding to my submission of Out of Heaven, the story of the arch Angel Gabriel.  It was rejected.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

It was a perfectly lovely rejection. (sniff )  I’ll submit it elsewhere. (sniff)  My writers group allows for a one day pity party, for completely and totally wallowing in dispair.  I will eat some Godiva and maybe some ice cream.  (sniff) And then I will submit it somewhere else.

But for today, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!