One thing to realize about being an unpublished (and social media savvy) writer is that you are hooked into a whole network of people who are experiencing dizzying highs and crashing lows on a daily basis – it’s like the stock market on a week when a mortgage crisis looms and an economic stimulus package is announced.

A partial request has someone up; a reject has thirty people down; and the news has come—once again—that the sky is falling.

Remember those Zoloft commercials for people who are depressed or who suffer from social anxiety? Forget them. The real money is in targeting hopeful writers and the people waiting in line to audition for American Idol (because, let’s face it, some days the odds seem about the same).

You may be thinking this is a bitter post. It’s actually not. I had a great week and spent much of the weekend reading two fabulous books by two dear friends. I’m a chipper camper.

But Monday is coming. And with Monday, my slightly unhealthy relationship with my gmail will commence again.

But it’s alright. I know you’re there with me. We’re all in this leaky boat together.