Two rejection letters yesterday. These are fast. I only sent them out a few weeks ago. I've waited months for rejection letters before.
Rejections don't bother me as much as they used to, but they still sting. I do wonder why I bother at times. I send out scores of poems to dozens of journals, and receive nothing but rejection after rejection. I wonder at times what you're probably thinking now. "When are you going to take the hint? If you were any good, someone would have figured it out by now. Why don't you give up and do something worthwhile?"
I don't know. I really don't. But I just keep on going.