It came today - another letter. Actually it was an e-mail...a letter. No emotion. No affect. Not even a personality. Three lines that said thanks but no thanks. No explanation. A pre-formatted letter. A template of rejection easily sent to people who the person on one end will never see or never talk to. A letter waiting in the cue for those wishing to be discovered; hoping to make a difference with words. I derived a reason: I suck! Why write? How many countless rejections do you experience before you stop trying...before you..."Dear Mr. Publisher..." Such a masochist.