Like an acceptance.

The other day, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a notification that my princess story was accepted for the next issue of Mystic Signals.

It made my day, let me tell you. No, not just my day, my week!

I mean, it’s not like it got accepted at or anything, but I was very happy.

Until I realized my short story would be published, and that someone might read it.

Someone other than my loyal beta readers. Someone other than my die-hard workshop critique partners. Someone other than my friends and family.

Someone who will read it, think it is horrible, and tell everyone they know to NEVER READ ANYTHING BY N. E. WHITE – EVER.

Yes, they’ll use bold, italics, all caps like that.

And, yes, there is something worse than rejection.