Well, for over the past year I have been dilligently querying for my YA Sci-fi novel- Ember's Dawn.  This being part of a trilogy I'm calling The Newborn Earth trilogy.  I've had one request for a read (which was then passed on), and countless, possibly over a hundred rejections.

Am I a sucker for punishment?  Do I revel in self-flagellation?  Am I stupid, or stubborn, or persistent?  Worst question of all might be, am I a fool?  Has the dream that has haunted me since I was old enough to read been unrecognizable to me as a nightmare?

It's hard to find joy these days.  I have been reaching out in an effort to make a myriad of connections and find nothing to hold onto but cold crypt air.

Dark times.  One can only hope that the old saying is true- it is darkest before the dawn.