So what's up with this shizz, Concorde?
I have this story that I've submitted to a few places. One rejected it with a form rejection. But so far, three have liked it. Two really liked it. One asked for a rewrite, but they all rejected it eventually.
One editor said it was the best story of it's kind that he'd read in a long time. Sorry.
One said she hopes I get it published, and soon! Sorry.
Wow, this is a great story, but I'm going to have to pass? Why? Is someone holding a gun to your head? Or is life just nothing but a big Monty Python routine?