Disintegration (aka RoboCock) has been formatted and shipped off. Now it's time for my least favorite part: waiting for confirmation that it's been accepted.
Even after doing this a couple times, I still get antsy, and I'm terrified of jinxing anything. I truly, honestly believe it's on par with, if not better than, what I've had published already. (Always on the quest for improvement, right?) In my cockier moments, I think, "Why wouldn't it be accepted?" Either way, my pulse races as soon as I see I have a new email.
Rejections sting, plain and simple. I know. I've been there. Yes, it's good to always put yourself out there, they can lead to learning experiences, it's awesome when the people respond to you with personal constructive criticism....
They still suck.
I'm resisting the urge to go back to all my other confirmation emails and record how much time passed between me sending and them accepting. I'm also resisting the urge to go make sure I spelled everything correctly in my submission, as my brain's been derping a lot lately and insisting that it's spelled "Disintigration", and I know that it is not. (Though my editor's cool and [probably] wouldn't hold it against me.) Bleh.