I have of late suffered a general malaise re: the business of writing. Not the writing per se, which, though recently qualitatively unsatisfactory, is nonetheless unmalaiscious; but, rather, the enlaming slog of administrative higgledy-piggledy which demands satisfaction if ever one wants to be Published.
I believe I now have seven stories that have been rejected but not re-submitted. The actual rejections no longer bother me; but the process of re-submitting them is boring, tiresome, and annoying. Perhaps this is because I no longer have faith in many of the stories, having over time come to appreciate their defects. Or perhaps I am just sick of balancing a score of stories and strategizing their next assault upon the market.
This could be due to my recent obsession with the Close Combat family of strategy videogames, which have replaced the need to "play the game" of submissions. Or, it could be an existential ennui brought about the excitement of submissions turning into the boredom of submitting. Or, it could be part of an about-face that occurred when I began working on a novel, wherein I began to loathe the short form for its loathefulsomeness.
I will presume, for simplicity, the first alternative; in which case, in the face of this malaise, I can say nought but: "God damn Nazis." God damn Nazis!
Someone will have to defeat them.
What, good reader, are your strategies for overcoming the tiresomeness of the exploits of a writer of unpublished fiction?