Returned home today to find a dreaded brown envelope lying in wait for me. You know the type I mean: it’s A4, has a fold down the centre where weeks ago you attached it to the back of your submission with a paperclip, your address is written in your own handwriting, and you’d hoped never to see it again. Oh yes, a submission has been returned. Gloomy face 😦
But, on picking up said envelope, it felt unusually thin….and lo, ’twas not a rejection at all, but an acceptance cleverly disguised (David Howarth from Scribble magazine very sensibly using my SAE to send his letter). Happy face 🙂
My husband (who is now all too well aware of the significance of the dreaded brown-envelope-with-a-fold-and-familiar-handwriting) was standing by ready with tea and sympathy and was slightly perplexed when I turned out to be delighted with my mail!
But the tea was nice anyway!